From Friend to Footslave
Complete Version
Author: ​Footchain
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C1 - Two breaths:
C2 - Socked Feet:
C3 - Naked Feet:
C4 - Punishment:
C5 - I am yours now:
C6 - Christmas (I):
C7 - Christmas (II):
C8 - Are you sure?:
C9 - Public Footslave:
C10 - At the beach:
C11 - Love Confession:
C12 - Natalie:
C13 - Lauren (I):
C14 - Lauren (II):
C15 - Friendly Footslave:
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Chapter 1 - Two breaths
Telling this story isn’t easy, cause for the most part it will sound like some sleazy
piece of fetish-fiction which a lonely, fat redneck wrote. Well, everything I will tell you
now actually happened to me two years ago, however fictional and made up it will
sound.
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I’m only telling this story anonymously in the first place because I want to inspire
other people with a secret foot fetish who can’t live it out - If a chance presents
before you, take it. Don’t be too ashamed to tell it to someone, if you ​have​ a special
someone. Or in my case, don’t be afraid to risk something.
However, I should start with the summer two years ago, introducing myself. My
name is Tom, I was 21 years old back then and studied Biology in my third semester
in Berlin, Germany. To handle the costs as a poor student without financial help from
his parents, I moved into a shared apartment at the beginning of my studies with
three other young students, two girls and a guy. We all went along pretty well and
even became friends to some decree, of interest for this story though is only
Rebecca, with her nineteen years she was the baby in our group, cheerful,
open-minded and always a dark, dirty joke on her lips. From the first moment I saw
her I knew she fascinated me somehow. Not only her natural beauty, despite her
young age and slender figure she was just as tall as me with her 5 feet, she always
wore her long, dark-brown and silky hair up-pinned in a messy tail, with single hairs
and wisps standing out and creating her imperfect beauty. The part of her that
actually stood out to me though were her feet. When I was around fourteen I realized
that I have a strong foot fetish, I understood why I always unconsciously stared at my
female classmates shoes and feet when we had sport classes, I understood why I
enjoyed to massage my ex-girlfriends feet so much, everything became clear. But
since I hadn’t have a girlfriend for a while and was never brave enough to tell anyone
about my fetish, I couldn’t live out in in any satisfying way. When I met Rebecca it
didn’t take long for me to recognize how attracted I was to her feet. She always wore
comfortable clothes, jeans or sweatpants with a nifty shirt, but the eye-catcher were
her punky, black boots that didn’t fit the rest of her style at all, but were all the more
mesmerizing. Since we spent a lot of time together, I had plenty of chances to glance
at her socked feet when she was busy with something - Rebecca usually wore white
ankle socks, often several days in succession as I soon noticed, and when she sat in
her chair in our living room reading a book, she loved to let them dangle and play
around with her dirtied, almost black toes. Sometimes when I sat next to her and
tried desperately not to stare at her feet she wiggled her toes really brisk like she
was trying to get my attention, but when I looked up I saw she only got to an exciting
part of her book. Not to mention the situations where she was wearing no socks at all
- she had big, slender feet with delicate, beautiful shaped toes, her soles seemed
incredible smooth and she made a point of taking care of her toenails faithfully as
one of the few things about her.
She was single, and so was I, but we both knew she wasn’t romantically interested in
me, but we still became more and more close friends. Day after day I fantasized
about how much her feet must have been sweating in those boots, it was high
summer and always around 27 degrees outside, so her feet in her worn-out-socks in
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her punk-boots must have been STEAMING. Sometimes when she came home from
a lecture in the university she was too exhausted to go to her room and just let
herself fall in her chair in the living room, peeling her boots off. The sweaty smell that
spread inside the whole apartment in few moments was beyond stinky, it was
outright nauseant. And while that got her many tongue-lashings from our two other
roommates which were understandably disgusted, I instead had to always pretend to
be appalled too, and leave for my room so Rebecca wouldn’t notice my nearly
bursting pants. Rebecca was cool, she was carefree and did every dumb activity with
you if it meant some fun, but we were only friends and there would have been no
point in telling her of my fetish. So fantasies about her smelly, dirty feet were
everything it would ever be for me. Until the four of us decided to play the good, old
spin-the-bottle one evening in our shared living room. We had quite a lot of fun, and
surely some of us were a bit drunk, most of the tasks were typical student-stuff like
‘​Give her a kiss on the cheek’​ , ‘​Take a shot​’ and so on, nothing serious. While I didn’t
really drink I didn’t mind those party games either, every chance to be with Rebecca,
and take a look at her feet on top of that, was welcome. This evening again she wore
her technically white socks with rather dark soles from the cumulated sweat and dirt
of three or four days. Nelly, the other girl that lived with us here, already gave her an
angry lecture about her foot smell an hour ago, but all she got in response were
Rebecca's steaming feet in her face, the brown-haired beauty teased Nelly with them
giggling, and by now nobody didn’t really mind anymore. But Nelly obviously didn’t
forget about it.
“So, let’s get a bit more serious…” she proclaimed with a sinister smile to the three of
us.
“​O-ho~”​ was Rebecca's smiling response. She was a sucker for ​serious​. Ray, the
fourth person living in this apartment, looked at me and asked, in a rather comical
manner, “PLEASE EXPLAIN, MY QUEEN.”
Nelly suddenly stood up and posed like she was indeed the queen of some ancient
fantasy-kingdom.
“So I shall, my loyal subjects!” she proclaimed, earning cheerful applause from Ray
and Rebecca. And from me, since I didn’t want to be a buzzkill. Luckily Nelly sat
back on the floor again and pointed at Rebeccas feet.
“They fucking stink, and we all know that.” Her tone was insulting and amused at the
same moment, and Rebecca didn’t do more than smile provocative.
“So what, my lovely bitch? Wanna kiss them?”
“No, not quite.” grinned Nelly who probably had drunk the most alcohol out of us in
the last two hours. “But whoever the bottle points to gets to take a deep, big sniff
from your soles directly on his nose, rhyme not intended.”
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“Oh ​fuck,​ no…”, laughed Ray while scratching his hair furiously, “isn’t it bad enough
we have to suffer from Beckys Lack of foot-hygiene every day when she comes
home? Fuck you Nelly!” He threw some chips at Nelly but she didn’t so much as
laugh shrugging, seemingly content with her idea. Rebecca too only shrugged with a
disinterested face and said “Okay. I expected something really thrilling, but okay.
Whatever floats your boat, Nelly.”
We all had a good laugh. Well, expect for me, who just pretended to. This wasn’t
good. The chance that I would have to smell Rebecca's totally worn-out, smelly
socks in a few seconds was one to three, and while the thought of smelling the feet I
was dreaming of nearly eight months by now was unimaginable exciting, the danger
that anyone would notice I actually ​enjoyed​ it was far, far too big. And there would
definitely happen ​something​ in my pants. But backing out now as the only person
would only make me suspicious, so I had no chance but to pray. Nelly flipped the
bottle, it spined, it spinned… and pointed to Rebecca. The relief that filled my entire
body was tremendous. Nelly made a rash gesture towards Rebecca with her right
hand and said “Go on. Just because they’re your feet doesn’t mean you don’t have
to participate. Take at least one of them.” Rebecca rolled her eyes but didn’t really
seem bothered. She put her left, socked foot on her nose and took a long, deep
breath from it without hesitation. No second later did she pull away her foot with a
disgusted face and coughed violently, accompanied from Rays and Nellys tearful
laughter.
“For FUCKS sake”, sweared Rebecca, “I really have to change my socks more
often.”
“​THANK YOU!!​” added Nelly. “But it was you, that doesn’t count, so let’s do it again.”
“Come OOON!” objected Ray while he threw his arms into the air, but as I knew my
friend, he was too lazy (and drunk) to say any more, and so Nelly ignored him.
Rebecca chuckled and took the bottle.
“If you want to smell them that bad you have only to tell me, Nelly love. No problem
at all.” I tried to ignore Rebecca's sweet voice as she said that, and Nelly only
grinned, telling her to move the damn bottle. It was spinning. I prayed. Spinning. One
to three. Spinning. The bottle pointed to me, and Nelly was clapping furiously while
Ray just seemed to be happy it didn’t get him. Rebecca smiled at me apologetic and
meant
“I will really, really change them more often Tom, I promise.” Nelly however didn’t
want to wait any longer.
“Come on, you’re one of her best friends Tom, shouldn’t be too hard for you!”
“Yeah yeah, ​whatever…​” I mumbled mustering all the strength I could. I would just
sniff on it very quick, say it was fucking disgusting and that’s it. Nobody would notice
anything, and I probably would still remember that moment for the next few years.
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I crouched to Rebecca who was holding both of her darkened soles towards me,
supporting her legs with her arms. She smiled a bit uncomfortably. Usually it didn’t
really seem to trouble her when others noticed her feet from a distance, but she
looked not so happy with her friend smelling them from close-up, after she herself
did and learned how incredible stinky they were. I brought her big, warm feet close to
my face and took a sniff. I could feel my body heating up in a split second, it was
unimaginable. I thought I had an idea about how ​bad h
​ er feet smelled when I always
sat next to her, but holding them directly on your nose is something completely
different. The sweaty, cheesy smell was really salty and bitter, but had a sweet note I
knew I would never get enough from if I would have the chance. Her socks smelled
like an old shoe rack of a football-team, only ten times worse, or ​better,​ in my case.
To almost feel her warm, soft sock-fabric on my face certainly didn’t help either. I
took a second sniff. It was too wonderful to be true. It ​was​ true. ​Oh fuck.​ When I
realized what I just did I jerked back from Rebeccas feet immediately and looked at
the other two in panic - Ray and Nelly were laughing, the latter stated
“Yeah, that’s what I thought your reaction would be” and Ray added “If I would have
been in your shoes I wouldn’t have stopped to hold my breath, mate. Respect you
pulled through.”
At first I was irritated, but then I understood. They both thought I just pretended to
smell Rebeccas feet, and misinterpreted my panic as a real sniff. Well, fair enough,
they were both reasonably drunk, but this much luck COULDN’T exist… right?
I looked over to Rebecca, she just smiled shyly and probably had the same thoughts
as the both laughing messes next to us. Obviously, that much luck ​did​ exist. I
couldn’t believe I got away with that one, that could have ruined our whole
apartment-life together. I joined my friends laughing and forgot that Rebecca was the
only one that must have felt my breathing at her soles.
Chapter 2 - Socked Feet
Two days after the feet-incident, something that changed my life completely
happened. It was yet again a steaming hot summer day, 29 degrees, and the
teachers just gave most of the classes the day off, since it was just too hot for
anyone to concentrate inside the building. Most of the students, including Ray and
Nelly, decided to do something outside, like going to the beach, I for my part
prefered to be in my room with my ventilator, an ice-cold drink and a good book.
Rebecca asked me if we could go home together since she also didn’t feel like going
to the beach right now, and so we were alone in our apartment shortly after. While I
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didn’t suspect anything odd at the time, a few minutes after we went to our rooms it
knocked on my door.
“Yepp?”
Rebecca held her beautiful face inside my room, her brown hair was bound in a
messy tail again and she smiled mildly.
“Would you mind coming over to my room for a second?”
“​Uhm…
​ sure, no problem.”
I didn’t know what she was up to, probably wanted to show me a cool video on
Youtube, or ask me about the solution for some homework she had, since I was two
years older than her and generally tended to be a bit better in Biology. When I
entered her room, it was chaotic as always, her clothes and underwear were laying
here and there on the floor, everywhere were opened and still original-wrapped
books, her PC was turned on and Rebecca sat cross-legged on her bed located at
the opposite of the door. I sat down in the beanbag next to her bed and looked at her
expectant.
“​Soo…
​ what’s up? Need some help with something?”
She smiled, it wasn’t her usual, charismatic smile, but the one she only wore when
she was excited and really thrilled to find something out. It was a stunning smile, no
question, and it fitted her creative nature perfectly, but I still was always a bit scared
when I saw it, just like everyone else around her.
“Actually Tom, there is a question that I have”, she opened her legs and let them
dangle from the bed. She looked at me in a more serious manner then.
“And I want you to answer honestly, in honor of our friendship, understood?”
I was confused and looked in her grasgreen eyes for a few seconds, but eventually
nodded in agreement. “Sure Becky, I don’t really have any interesting secrets, and I
wouldn’t lie to you anyway.”
“That so? Then tell me, what do you think about my feet?”
It was like she rammed a hammer against my head. I couldn’t stop myself from
flinching, and she noticed, which only made her smile even wider. ​So she did notice
something the evening two days ago,​ I thought to myself. But no use in lamenting
about that now, I had to save what I still could.
“... What do you mean, Becky? If you want me to remember you again to finally start
changing your socks more often I will gladly do so.” I worked an amused undertone
into my voice but it didn’t work, Rebecca's smile stayed.
“Would ​you​ really prefer that, though? Honestly?”
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I didn’t know what to answer. I felt I started sweating, and not because of the heat
but because I had no idea how much exactly my friend knew or suspected.
“Yepp, I mean… I have a nose too, right? After that stinky experience two days ag-”
She lifted both of her socked feet and pushed them right into my face. I wasn’t
prepared for that so that I took a whole Sniff in. After that, all of my strength was
gone. I wanted to flinch back or remove her feet with my hands, but her warm,
sweat-soaked socks covered my entire face, and when I thought their smell two days
ago was incredible strong, ​now​ I almost fainted because of how foul-smelling they
were.
“They’re fresh from the boots’, Rebecca said with a more than amused voice,
“needless to say they’re still the same socks I wore two days ago, making it eight
days in total I’m wearing them now. Seems like it paid off though, hm?” Her gentle
laugh finally snapped me out of it and I took my face away from her feet, stood up in
panic and made two steps back from her. My voice was shaking.
“Becky, ​please​… listen, I can explain-”
“Tom, relax!” she soothed me while leaning back on her bed in a carefree manner.
“You don’t have to panic, really, just sit down and let us talk.”
I did as I was told and made a long face while sitting on the bean bag again, and
when Rebecka lifted my chin up with her left foot, I shuddered back again.
“Tell me about it, Tom. I’m your friend, am I not? I won’t tell anyone, I promise.
Buuut​... I want you to be honest with me, okay?”
Rebeca smiled, her voice was kind and casual as always, but I could also hear the
seriousness in it. She wouldn’t tolerate me lying at this point, so I didn’t try,
especially for the sake of our friendship. I told her about my foot fetish and how I
discovered it as a teenager, and how I was attracted to her feet, socks and boots
almost since we knew each other. I also made sure to assure her this had nothing to
do with why I wanted to be friends with her and that I didn’t any more than fantasize
about her feet, like touching myself. It was incredible embarrassing, but my friend
didn’t laugh or interrupt me once, so I didn’t feel like a freak. When I was done there
was silence for a few moments, before she jumped down from her bed on the bean
bag and sat in front of me, grinning at me excitingly.
“But why didn’t you tell me sooner then?!”
“I don't… ​what…
​ ?”
“Come on, you know I’m always in for some kinky stuff, and we’re ​friends​, so why not
have some fun?”
I wasn’t sure she was serious or just fucking with me, so I just stared at her for a
while before I spoke.
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“I… I didn’t think it would be wise to tell my friend that I’m fantasizing about her feet,
you know? It’s not something you should scream out into the world.”
“Maybe not”, she nodded, “but it’s okay to tell your friend if she’s cool. I’m cool,
right?”
She gave me a clap on the shoulder and smiled. I smiled too.
“Yepp, cool at the very least.”
“I’m not romantically interested in you, and I don’t know if you’re interested in me
Tom, but if it’s okay for you to not make a romantical thing out of it I’m totally fine
with us having some feet-fun.”
I couldn’t stop my jaw from dropping open for a moment. I stood up do make some
room between us and looked at her irritated.
“You can’t be serious, right? I mean… that’s not funny, Rebecca.”
“​Why​ can’t I? Do you think I’m naive enough to never have heard anything about
foot-fetishism before?”
“​No…
​ but…”
“No ​buts,​ Tom! I hadn’t have the chance to meet a foot-fetishist in person so far, and
now​ I learn one of my best friends is one, and likes my feet!” she giggled and looked
at here black soles. “Since years I get a lecture from just about anyone about my
stinky, disgusting feet. It would be a great feeling to have someone who appreciates
them for a change.”
“.......... ​Really?​ You’re not joking? It is really okay for you? Not awkward?”
Rebecca sat herself back on her bed, and let her feet dangle playfully again while
smiling like a little girl that just got a new toy.
“Definitely. I wouldn’t do something like that with a stranger, but since it’s you, why
not? At the very least this will be interesting.”
I still hesitated. This was​ too p
​ erfect to be true. It was like a bad fetish movie, only
that this was my friend, and my apartment, and it was​ real​. It was really happening.
My fantasies were about to come true, and Rebecca was actually OKAY with it, ​no​,
she even ​wanted​ it.
“This… won’t change our friendship?” I asked with an uncertain undertone. Rebecca
immediately shook her head, smiling soothingly.
“No, it won’t. If anything, it will strengthen it.”
“....... okay.” I smiled too. I couldn’t believe it. “What…. now?”
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Rebecca tapped on the spot in front of her bed with her right foot.
“Get on your knees.” Her tone wasn’t too serious, but I decided to follow her every
command in this, since it was​ her​ who made it possible in the first place. I kneeled
before her, her legs were directly in front of my face. She lifted both of her feet and
held her soles up, the darkened, dirtied soles of her once white socks she was
wearing for eight days in high summer now.
“Smell them.” she commanded, and pressed them on my face without waiting for a
response. My whole face was covered in her warm, sweaty socks, and this time
Rebecca was careful to not let a single bit of fresh air through. With all my strength I
took a breath as deep as I could and inhaled the strongest, sweatiest, cheesiest and
foulest smell I had ever experienced. The swelling in my pants didn’t take long to
nearly explode, Rebecca noticed it too and laughed.
“Hold it cowboy, that’s just the beginning, isn’t it?”
She started to rub her feet up and down on my face and I kept inhaling fast and
intense, I felt like I would become high on her foot-smell soon, if not completely
addicted. She carefully spread her sweat over my entire face.
“You will never forget this smell, I will make sure of that.” she whispered while
rubbing her socks thoroughly on my nose, mouth and cheeks. After three our four
more minutes of sniffing and rubbing she suddenly withdrew her feet and smiled at
me satisfied.
“All done! Now your entire face is covered in sweat and smells like my feet.”
“Thank you.” I replied submissive and happier than I was ever before.
“You’re very welcome. Now, wanna smell between my toes? I’m pretty sure that’s
where the most sweat and dirt is.”
I nodded like a little boy and Rebecka readily moved her feet towards my face again.
Her toes were indeed the darkest part of her socks, I couldn’t really see any white
spots left here, and when she pressed them directly on my nose I was again hit from
a wave of incredible stink, every normal person would have fainted or puked by now
but I sniffed and breathed it greedily in, which my friend clearly delighted, she
giggled and moved her toes so that I could smell every single one of them in turn.
She then took my nose between her big and her second toe, so it was completely
trapped between them, I inhaled the smell of sour cheese, salty sweat, worn-out
fabric and the dirt that cumulated in her boots for days, maybe weeks.
“Do you want me to press a bit harder, Tom?”
“Please.” was all I could say while inhaling, and Rebecka fulfilled my wish, squeezing
my nose between her toes by pressing both of her feet with all her strength against
my face. I was in heaven. Stinky, smelly heaven. She rubbed and smeared them
through every inch of my face and and I smelled and inhaled as much as I could.
After ten minutes of nonstop inhaling, Rebecka slowly withdrew her feet and sat
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cross-legged again, while my upper body collapsed exhausted at the edge of her
bed. I was ​happy.​ Completely happy. And I wanted to tell her this.
“Thank you, Rebecca. Thank you so, so much.” I smiled at her and she smiled back.
“You’re welcome. But you shouldn’t thank me just yet, you know…”
“What… do you mean…?”
She bent forward towards me and used her slender, beautiful fingers to smear the
sweat and dirt of her socks through my face, eager to cover every last spot with it.
“It felt pretty good, your cold breath between my steaming toes. I could get used to
that, really. But that was only the​ smell​, wasn’t it?”
She grinned at me and I widened my eyes in a manner that said ‘​You can’t think the
same thing as I do, right​?’ But she nodded.
“Don’t you want to know how delicious they ​taste​, Tom?”
“​I really do!​” I shouted excited like an idiot, forgetting every ounce of shame or
self-esteem. Rebeca laughed, she giggled with her melodic voice and stroked my
hair playfully. “Alright then, get to it!” She crossed her legs in front of her so that her
socked feet were once again only mere inches away from my face. I decided to play
along her game and let it go, smirked at her provocative, and lowered my head just
beneath her feet.
“What do you want me to do, mistress?”
Would she just laugh at me and make a silly joke, or would she think I’m taking this
too serious now? I waited a few seconds and Rebecca replied in her not-too-serious
way.
“I want you to lick them ​clean,​ my cute little slave, from heel to toes.”
I was speechless considering how much she enjoyed this, and how well she played
her role. Ignoring the aching in my pants, I bowed my head even deeper and replied
“Yes, mistress.” I stuck out my tongue and approached the two dirty soles in front of
me. Then I started licking her left foot, as she ordered, from heel to toes, one long,
good lick. I was instantly addicted. The taste of her socks was as expected ten times
stronger than their smell, and FAR beyond what I ever imagined. It was a mixture
from salt, grimm bitterness, the sour taste of the worn-out fabric and a subtle, sweet
note that topped it all off. The warmth of her sock itself pulled my tongue to it again
and again. Since I took my sweet time savoring my first lick Rebecca looked at me
curious and asked “Do my filthy socks taste good?”
“Yes, Mistress. They taste wonderful.” I answered truthfully.
“Then keep licking.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
I did as I was told. I licked her sweaty socks again and again from heel to toes, first
her left foot, then the right and eventually both at once, I took my time and Rebecca
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didn’t stress me either, Nelly and Ray would be out the whole day, so we had plenty
of time. After a full thirty minutes of just cleaning her soles and swallowing all of her
dirt and sweat, they were by far lighter and less dirty than when I started, and my
whole mouth was full with their taste. When Rebecca took a look at her soles, she
nodded, satisfied with my work.
“Good job, slave. Now suck my toes clean.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
By ‘​Toes’​ she meant of course the black toe-section of her socks, the by far dirtiest
parts that I set aside till the end. I wanted to take all five toes of her left foot into my
mouth when she pulled it away and shouted “No!”
I looked up to her, scared that I did something wrong, but she still seemed happy,
in a devious manner.
“You will clean every toe​ individually.​ Slowly. Thoroughly. And don’t forget to lick
between them, that’s where my socks are the filthiest.”
She was almost TOO good at this. Some foot-models online would kill do have her
commanding-skills, especially taking into account this was my cheerful, carefree
friend we’re talking about here, giving me specific commands how to clean her socks
with my tongue. I got the feeling she prepared for this in advance. I nodded and
obeyed.
“Yes, mistress.” Rebecca leaned back again and supported her cheek with the back
of her hand while watching pleased how I went to work. I started with the little toe of
her left foot, took her sock at that point in my mouth completely and wrapped my
tongue around it multiple times. I also moved my head up and down In an effort to
make it as clean as possible. How could something so bitter just taste so incredible
delicious? When I took her toe out, a line of spit dangled from it to my mouth, and I
hurried to wipe it away. The sock was almost completely white again at that toe.
“Interesting technique” , Rebecca commented amused, “are you sure I’m your first?”
I couldn’t help but to respond to her joke. “I watched videos.”
“Must have been a lot of videos.”
“You bet.”
We both chuckled, before Rebecca wiggled around the toes of her left foot.
“Keep sucking. You still have a lot of work to do.” I acknowledged her order with my
by now common answer and worked myself through her whole foot, then I cleaned
the toes of her other sock, and in the end she wanted me to take all ten of her toes in
my mouth at once, which was hard and made us both laugh out loud eventually.
When I was done, her socks were ​white, a
​ nd my tongue ​black​. Her white socks were
white​ again, probably the first time in years. Rebecka too seemed to be pretty happy
with my work and patted my head gently with her right foot.
“You really have a talent for this.”
“You too, if you allow the remark.”
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“I allow it.” she responded smirking.
Too be honest I didn’t want to part with her feet. Today was probably the greatest
day of my life so far, to an outsider it would have been ridiculous and abstruse, but I
was 21 years old, had a strong foot fetish and never could live it out, until today. My
face, mouth, nose, everything was covered in the smell and taste of Rebeccas feet. I
was ​happy.​ And I was afraid this would stay an one-time-event. Now that she
experienced a foot-fetishist first-hand she would probably lose interest quick, and tell
me it would stay our little secret. But then again, maybe I should be grateful for the
day and not get ​too​ greedy. I looked her in her green eyes and showed a wry smile.
“Thank you again for this, Rebecca. I know this is somehow sexual, and thereby
awkward, but it means a lot to me that I got the chance to enjoy my love for your feet
for once, and I won’t’”
She shut my mouth with her left foot by pressing it on my lips, but kept stroking me
with her right foot.
“I already told you Tom, you’re welcome. And I enjoyed it too, I didn’t know getting
my feet licked and sucked after a long day out would feel THIS great. And that
weren’t even my bare feet.”
The last words called my attention. I didn’t think of that. I didn’t worship Rebecca's
bare feet until now, only her (​ wonderful)​ socks.
“Right…” I responded uncertain what to say, now that it was seemingly over, so
Rebecca took that part for me.
“Don’t make such a long face, buddy. As I said, I really could get used to you
worshipping my feet frequently. So if you ask me, we can do this more often from
now on. Daily, in fact.”
I REALLY didn’t know what to say. I stared at her and made a face like she was
some fairy from a magical kingdom that just granted me ten thousand wishes, which
is probably a pretty dumb face to look at. It made Rebecca laugh.
“Yes, I am serious. But let’s do quid pro quo - You worship and massage my aching
feet when I come home, as trade-off you help me more frequently with my homework
and invite me to lunch in the cafeteria when I feel like it. What do you say? Deal?”
She withdrew her feet and extended her right hand towards me. I beamed over the
whole face.
“Deal!”
“Cool.” Rebecca giggled.
“I have the feeling I made the better deal.” I said while lowering my face to her feet
and giving them a last, long kiss.
“You sure did, you lucky bastard!” she laughed. “Those feet are a fucking miracle!”
“A smelly, stinky miracle.”
“Wait until you worship my ​bare​ feet, slave boy...”
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The nickname gave me an idea. It could be too much, but then again,​ all of this
should have already been too much, so I risked it.
“So… does this make me officially your foot slave?” I asked, trying to sound casual.
She seemed to think about it seriously for a moment, before she smirked again.
“If it doesn’t, then I dont know​ ​what​ does​.”
“Then I may call you mistress from now on?”
“Only when we’re alone, got it?!” she responded teasingly.
“Wow, thanks for the advice, mastermind…”
“Fuck you!” she laughingly gave me a kick on the shoulder with her right foot, and I
dropped on my back.
That was the beginning of my new life, my life as the personal foot slave of my best
friend and mistress, my roommate Rebecca.
Chapter 3 - Naked Feet
After you read about this first foot-worship session yesterday ago, you may be
thinking ‘​That​ was the big event that changed your life completely?​’, since it wasn’t
too impactful on itself, but keep in mind that was​ two whole years​ ago, and only the
bare beginning. I will tell you about this two years ​in chronological order, so be
patient. As I already told you, this isn’t cheesy fetish-fiction, and thereby developed
naturally, at least that’s how it felt to me. The very next day after Rebecca learned
about my foot fetish, did let me worship her filthy socks and agreed to make me her
foot slave, it would already be the next important point in our new found relationship.
It was a hot summer day again, not nearly as unbearable as yesterday though, so
classes took place normally and I had Biology in the last segment, together with
Rebecca who always sat right next to me. Yesterday we were eventually interrupted
by Ray and Nelly, who came home earlier as expected, and pretended we did some
homework together, careful to not let them get​ too​ close to me since I
overwhelmingly reeked like Rebeccas feet. After that our behaviour towards each
other didn’t change, we were still friends, she didn’t suddenly wear a thin leather
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dress and didn’t treat me like a sick pervert. All the fictional stories were wrong,
thank god. So we sat in our Biology-class and I was busy making notes while
Messy-tail-Becky leaned her bored face on her right hand and didn’t really seem to
pay our teacher too much attention, but that’s how it always was. She was
successful because she was smart and creative, not because she studied much, or
troubled herself with always paying attention for that matter. Me on the other hand? I
was more the ​learn-and-repeat-​ type, I liked to think of myself as a
slow-but-steady-learner, and according to the times Ray, Nelly and Rebecca asked
for my help with this and that, I couldn’t be too wrong.
Yesterday I thought I would think about what happened between me and Rebecca all
week and couldn’t concentrate even for a minute, but as it turned out I was wrong. It
crossed my mind now and then, but I was good at focusing on something serious,
and put the… ​kinky​ stuff aside for later. That is, until Rebecca decided to kick in,
literally.​ While I diligently wrote down the most important points from our teachers
speech, I suddenly heard a ‘​ ​bumb’​ ​ beneath our desks, a bump I only knew too well
from countless times I heard it in our living room. The sweet-rotten smell that filled
my nose a few seconds later confirmed my suspicion. I shot Rebecca a quick
sideways glance, but she didn’t do as much as to move a muscle, her expression
was the perfect textbook-poker face of innocence and carelessness, but after I
glared at her again I catched her smirking for a split second. I didn’t react further. I
had to concentrate, and more importantly, I couldn’t let her turn me into her obedient
plaything. I started breathing through my mouth and continued writing, which
Rebecca immediately noticed. I should have known her too long to think she would
give up with that, and so she just took advantage of my short pants - I felt something
soft at my leg, first only for a moment, then a bit longer, and eventually she caressed
me slow and gently with her feet. It felt ​good.​ Her smooth, slender toes touched my
knees, ran down carefully toward my heels, before she slipped my shoes off with her
feet and gave me footsies. When I couldn’t take it anymore I glared angrily over to
her, by now she didn’t even try to cover up her nasty grin, but still she refused to look
at me and just kept staring down to our teacher. Luckily enough, we sat in one of the
last lines and there weren’t really many people around us, so I leaned over to her
and whispered in the most quiet and collected voice I could muster.
“I never thought I would say that, but… could you PLEASE stop what you’re doing
there? At least one of us has to concentrate...”
She didn’t turn towards me, instead kept smiling amused and caressed my soles
with her big toes.
“And ​what​ exactly is it I’m doing, Tom?”
Oh damned, you fucking...
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Of course I didn’t seriously think that about her, it was more like an impressed and
dark humoured note about how much she played me, one day after we started this. I
had to fight back, or I ​really​ would end up as her slave.
“Ignoring my comfort zone, sexual harassment, pick one. Can you imagine the news
flash?
‘​Young, ambitioned Biology-student molests older man with feet of questionable
hygiene.​ ’ ​God,​ the media will love it…”
It satisfied me how hard Rebecca had to fight to keep her from bursting out laughing,
she withdrew her feet and put her black boots back on, still not looking in my
direction. I smiled and already continued to make notes when she suddenly leaned
over and whispered maliciously in my ear “I will punish you for that later.”
When our class ended we went on our way home, we didn’t talk about anything
foot-related, just casual stuff like what we would cook this evening and if I could lend
her my notes later. When we came through the small park that was located between
our apartment and the university Rebecca grew silent for a few minutes, only to burst
out excited shortly after.
“You will do it again when we’re home, won’t you? My feet are ​longing​ for it…”
I nodded and indicated a small bow.
“Gladly, if you let me.”
She chuckled satisfied and offered me a gum afterwards.
“Oh, but of course there are Nelly and Ray…” I objected now that I realized we forgot
about them. It was hot, but not as hot as yesterday, and we didn’t know for sure if
they went to the beach again. Rebecca stretched her arms yawning and murmured
“Yeah, we have to find a solution for that…” For now, we kept silently walking next to
each other, thinking about how to indulge in our next ‘​session.​ ’ Eventually we arrived
at home, Rebecca checked if both of our roommates were here and came back to
the corridor grinning delighted.
“We’re in luck. Nobody here but us two young, handsome people looking for some
smelly feet action.”
“Your room again?” I asked.
“Sure”, she replied, and we went into her messy parody of a living place. Speaking
that out loud would have earned me a kick, so I refrained from doing so since I first
entered this room.
“What will we do when they’re coming home suddenly? If we want to do this
frequently, and I WANT to do this frequently, we need to come up with a plan.”
Rebecca threw her bag in a corner without a care in the world, sat on her bed and
sighed in a relaxed manner.
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“I will think about it, okay? Don’t worry, I’m sure there MUST be one or two places
nearby we can make you show your appreciation for your mistresses feet. For now”,
she threw her roomkey towards me, “you will just lock my room and we will pretend
we’re not here or sleeping when they come home.”
“Aye aye” I responded and did as Rebecca told me. Then I also dropped my bag on
the floor and looked at her - For a moment I wasn’t sure if I should sit on one of
Rebecca's chairs or on the floor before her, smart as she was she understood and
helped me in my dilemma.
“Let’s assume these ‘​Worship-sessions​’ need us both to be mistress and slave,
always.​ So what do you think where you should be in this sessions, ​always?
​ ” She
asked with a sweet and lovely, but challenging voice while looking in my eyes. I
immediately understood, kneeled before her and placed my forehead directly in front
of her punky leather boots.
“Under your feet, mistress.” I answered. Rebecca didn’t let the chance slip and put
her right foot comfortably on my head, I could feel the weight of her enormous boot
on me and didn’t move in the slightest.
“Good boy. You’re learning fast, wouldn’t expect any less from you.”
“Thank you.”
“​Now​… where did we stop yesterday? You sniffed my socks to your heart's content
and licked them clean like a good little foot slave… but we didn’t get any farther than
that, now did we?” The amusement and tease in her voice was as funny as it was
arousing, but I had to stay in my role.
“No, mistress.”
“No, we didn’t. We should DEFINITELY change that!” She lifted her foot from my
head and touched my face with it gently, ordering me to move back a bit. I did and
looked up to her.
“If you think my socked feet were anything near disgusting, you will enjoy the next
one or two hours. I have a little surprise for you…” she played around with her boots,
rubbed one with the other and made me wait, fully aware how excited I was. When I
probably was almost drooling she finally released me.
“I didn’t wear any socks today, Tom. I wore my old, shabby leather boots with naked
feet, and I guess you can imagine what that means for you.”
My eyes wided, I looked to her black boots, dangling in front of my face, looked her
into the eyes, then back to her feet. It was still really, really hot outside. Wearing
those ​monsters​ of boots all day long without socks would mean her feet were
probably far, far beyond ​dripping with sweat​. They must have been soppy, no
comparison to her socks. I gulped and could barely contain myself. I looked up at
her, silently begging. To Rebecca I must have looked like a little, pathetic puppy, but
she smiled, wide and confident, and that calmed me.
“Are you happy, slave? Did your mistress do a good job preparing this session?”
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“Yes, mistress! Thank you so much, mistress!” I answered wholeheartedly. The
brown-haired girl giggled and leaned back on her bed.
“We will start like yesterday, except you will have to take my boots out. Go on.”
I took a deep breath and readied myself, convincing me this was not a dream, this
was still real, and I had to do a good job so Rebecca would be satisfied with my work
in the end. And her wonderful, perfect bare feet were waiting for me, dripping with
smelly sweat. I put my fingers on the shoelaces of her left boot, only to be stopped
by Rebecca withdrawing it from my hands. I looked up to her to find out what was my
mistake, she slowly shook her head with a small smirk.
“Not such a fast learner after all, are we...? Do you really think I will let you use your
hands?”
I couldn’t stop myself from smiling back, but quickly snatched out of it and bowed my
head deeply as an apology. She moved her left boot to my face again and I began
unwrapping her laces with my teeth. I read about this a few times in fictional stories,
and it always sounded like it was the peak of erotic footplay and totally easy. Well, it
wasn’t. It took me about five minutes to unbind her laces, I was so clumsy and
awkward that Rebecca laughed quietly, and I had to snigger too despite the fact that
I had to concentrate. When I opened up her left boot a bit I was immediately
rewarded for my hard work through. I didn’t take her boot off yet, but the sweet,
smelly scent of it already got to my nose and numbed my senses, she owned and
wore this boots since at least three years as far as I knew, they were absurdly
worn-out, tattered and dirty, but since Rebecca didn’t really have much money and
actually liked them, she still wore them almost every day. I took the sole of her boot
between my teeth and pulled it off. Her Foot was free. I was immediately greeted by
a dizzying wave of a strong, cheesy aroma, and before I could recover from it,
Rebecca pressed her big, slender foot right onto my face.
“Take a nice, long sniff, foot slave.”
I breathed in. I had to withstand the urge to faint, my stomach turned around and I
still couldn’t be happier, the smell of old, mouldy cheese was nothing short of
overwhelming, it was so stunning I forgot to breath for a second, only to breath in
even harder in the next, her cheesy footsweat mixed with the leather-aroma of her
boot, creating a nearly perfect aroma that probably was enough to make even the
most hard-boiled slave throw-up. Not me, though, I inhaled happily and sank my
nose into her smooth, wet sole. She enjoyed rubbing it through my face, making the
stink even more intense. Rebecca made a point of covering every inch of me with
her sole and toes, turning me into a smelly trash pile while I inhaled like crazy. After
a minute, Rebecca pulled her foot back.
“That’s enough for now. Take off my other boot.” I tried to follow her order, but I was
still completely dumbstruck and barely couldn’t move, it was like her foot cheese
hypnotized me. Rebecca seemed to notice my situation and showed me a mean
laugh. “It’s okay Tom, take your time. I know it’s a LOT to take in…”
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And of course she giggled about her own, bad joke, which made me wake up. She
was just too cute, still my cute, crazy friend. So I took off her other boot with my
mouth and teeth, significantly faster this time. Since I was prepared for the stink of
her naked foot now, I had the opportunity to look at it from so close thoroughly. As I
said at the beginning of my story, Rebecca was nearly as tall as me and had really
big feet. Her feet were ​26,5 cm long, she wore shoe-size 9 ½. With that there was
plenty to look at, her bare feet had a light, gentle skin tone, and while her feet itself
were long and delicate and her heels wonderfully shaped, her toes were round and a
bit more chubby. Now that I saw them from so close for the first time I again
understood how incredible, perfectly, truly beautiful her feet were. So I wanted to tell
her exactly that.
“Mistress, may I say something?”
“Go ahead.”
I looked her into the eyes to show her my sincerity.
“Your feet are beautiful, mistress. Absolute, wonderfully, fascinatingly, truly beautiful
from heel to every single one of your perfectly-shaped toes and kempt toenails. They
are wonderful and perfect.”
I meant every word. Two days ago, I would have never imagined I could tell my best
friend something so embarrassing, but now I just didn’t care anymore. Rebecca
smiled down to me, blushing slightly.
“That’s really sweet of you, Tom. Thank you.”
The only thing more mesmerizing than her feet was her shy, blushing smile right
now, so I quickly turned towards my work again. On top of the stunning beauty
before me, I couldn’t forget in which condition her feet were - I didn’t notice it until
now, but they really WERE soaking - Her soles gleamed with fresh sweat, between
her toes were little drops and crumbs of dirt, if you looked at the upside of her feet
you could see the sweat streaming down and dripping on a little puddle beneath
them. Never before, be it on-, or offline, did I see even nearly as sweaty feet as hers
right now.
“Do you want to stare at them all day long or will you get to work eventually?”
Rebecca remarked teasingly, I looked forward to the next minutes overjoyed, and
answered “Yes, Mistress. What do you want me to do?”
“It should be obvious, foot slave. Lick my sweat-soaked feet all nice and clean until I
tell you to stop. And make sure to drink​ every - last - drop​ of sweat from them,
understood?”
I confirmed happily and she rested her feet on the floow before her bed, in front of
my face, now I had the perfect position for worshipping them. I started by touching
her delicate right heel with my tongue and gave her, just like yesterday, a long, good
lick up to her toes. The taste from yesterday, the filthy, delicious taste from her
eight-days-worn-socks wasn’t nearly as strong as her bare feet were night now.
Bitter Salt, an extremely dominant note of old cheese, leather and the sweet charme
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of her feet mixed together on my tongue and tasted like nothing I had ever
experienced before. While my body told me it was disgusting, my brain and my pants
told me it was heaven. I made a second lick, got greedy and made a third, I slowly
moved my eager tongue up and down her soles, making sure not the slightest, tiniest
spot of her foot would be missed. After a minute or two I could hear Rebecca laying
back on her bed and sighing deeply, she sighed a relaxed “​mmhh…
​ .” which assured
me she enjoyed all of this too, but I didn’t stop, I wanted ​more​, I wanted to lick her
feet all day long, so I started cleaning the sole of her other foot, greedily gulping
down every bit of sweat I collected on my tongue, just as ordered. When I got to her
toes I first put my tongue in the warm, moist spots between her toes, swallowing the
dirt and cheese that gathered there like it was the most delicious meal I ever had.
“Is it yummy?” Came Rebecca's question, and again I could only answer honestly.
“Yes, mistress. Thank you so much for the meal!” She answered with a gentle
‘​Mh-hm’​ . I sucked on each of her chubby, soft toes individually, the fact that she
moved them around in my mouth playfully while I sucked on them only made it so
much better.
“​Mhh​… that feels seriously damn great… suck all of my toes again, slave.”
“Yes, mistress.”
After I cleaned all ten of her toes once, I took then in my mouth again, toe after toe,
and far longer this time, I licked, sucked, even nibbled on them, nearly a minute for
each toe, all of which Rebecca seemed to really appreciate. But she still didn’t seem
to have enough after the second round.
“Take all five of my right feets toes in your mouth. I want to wiggle them around and
play with sour tongue.”
“Yes, mistress.”
The natural and deeply relaxed way she gave this order was so fucking hot I would
have cummed by now if I didn’t restrain myself strongly, I didn’t want to make it
sexual on this level, not yet. I opened my mouth wide and puth her toes in my mouth.
Just as promised she wiggled and moved them playfully, forced my tongue between
her toes and played with it like it was an old toy. Eventually she removed her foot
from my mouth, a wide thread of saliva still connected her five toes to it, when she
rose from her lying position she saw it and grinned pleased.
“Look Tom, your mouth and my feet are connected. Now you can never stop serving
them again.” she said with a beautiful giggle. I smiled and cleaned her foot by licking
the salive off before answering.
“What a shame.”
“What a shame, indeed.” she responded amused. More than an hour had passed,
her feet were still gleaming, but now only from my saliva, there was not a single drop
of sweat left, and to prove that, a foul, overwhelming taste filled my mouth, a taste
that I certainly would never forget, just as Rebecca wished it.
“Hm, let me just dry my feet real quick.” I knew exactly what she would do next but
was still happy she really did it - She used my face to wipe my saliva off her feet,
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rubbed them from all sides and turned them multiple times over my mouth and nose
for several minutes until they were dry enough for Rebecca's taste. Finally, she used
me as a foot chair by crossing her feet over my head and laying them down.
“Confy.” she smirked.
“Happy to hear that.”
We took a few minutes to recover, I tried to calm my exploding heart and aching
pants, and savored the taste in my mouth, tried to ache the smell, taste and form of
her feet forever in my memories so I would never, ever forget them. Since Rebeccas
feet laid directly on my head and I kneeled in front of her bed I couldn’t really see
her, but judging from how silent it was, she was thinking. When she came to a
conclusion, I heard her snapping her fingers. She took her feet off my head and
looked at me friendly.
“Do you still feel ready for another round, slave?”
I didn’t hesitate for a second and nodded.
“Everything my mistress commands.” She nodded too, satisfied with my answer,
stood up and placed herself behind me, a few inches away from me. Her arms where
on her hips and the smile on her face was gone, instead she looked me expectant
and forced-serious in the eyes. Her voice when she said the following was almost
empty of emotion.
“Lay down with your face up before me.”
“What…?”
“I told you, didn’t I?.... That I would punish you, my impertinent, little pet.”
Chapter 4 - Punishment
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I stared at her for a long, silent moment dumb-struck before I remembered our
Biology-classes. Yeah, I knew this would have an aftermath. When Rebecca
promised something, she stuck to it no matter what. That was the kind of person she
was. I had no precise idea how that ‘​punishment’​ of her would play out, but since she
clearly prepared for her role today, I assumed it would be something deserving that
description. I crawled over to her on all fours, but she stopped me with her left hand.
“Wait. Hand me my boots.”
I grabbed her black leather boots with my mouth and carried them over to her,
Rebecca took them out of my mouth and dropped them at her sides. Then she
stared demanding at the floor before her. Without further delay, I laid down on my
back before her and bedded my head on one of her pants that were laying around.
Rebecca made a step left and placed one of her naked feet directly to the left side of
my head, while her other was right from it. She was throning above me rivaling a
goddess, looking down upon me like an insect, my Head was effectively locked
between her feet. She observed me smirking for a few seconds, before she spoke.
“On our way home I thought good and hard how to punish you…”, her voice wasn’t
entirely devoid of amused emotion, but almost, and that was impressive enough.
”... Nothing too severe, since I like you too much for that…” I inwardly prayed I
wouldn’t blush on these words of her, “... but something memorable enough for you
not to forget where your place is…” I didn’t dare to interrupt her, and when she had
finished, Rebecca lifted her left foot and hovered it inches over my face for a
moment. “... I could rub my feet through your face until you’re tired and can’t smell
anything else anymore…” That sounded as intriguing as it sounded unhealthy. But I
would gladly accept if that’s what Rebecca wanted to do.
“... But then I decided that wouldn’t be a really punishment, now would it?
A punishment is meant to correct misbehavior. You misbehaved, so I must condition
my slave.”
She lowered her foot left to my head again, and presented me with a playful smile
which I really appreciated at this point. Not that a harsh mistress wouldn’t be alright,
but Rebecca was first and foremost my best friend. She suddenly crouched down so
her face wasn’t far from mine, she kept her smile while she reached for one of her
boots. In an almost sadistic manner she winked at me with both eyes and pressed
her big, punky boot on my face. She immediately stood up and stomped on the sole
of her turned shoe, so my front would be engulfed in it even deeper. The strong
smell that overflowed my whole face wasn’t nearly as gross as her socks or her bare
feet, but it had a quite unique, very rancid leather smell that was clearly mixed with
her fresh sweat. Since my face was completely trapped in Rebeccas enormous boot,
and she pushed it down even harder, breathing wasn’t easy, and all I could do was
inhaling the stench of her worn-out, tattered boot. The sweet-sour smell was
amazing, and the fact that I could still make out the fragrance of Rebeccas feet on
the boots dirty inner sole made me especially happy. Suddenly Rebecca kicked the
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boot from my face, I was caught by surprise and actually took another sniff, she
laughed nastily and made an innocent face.
“Sorry Tom, interrupting your punishment wasn’t my intention, only that I forgot
something.” She made a step to the right and grabbed something from her dresser,
then she stood back in her position, trapping me again between her feet. In her hand
were her socks from yesterday.
“You remember these, yes? Well, since I wouldn’t want you to breathe through your
mouth now accidentally…”, she crouched down again and stuffed them forceful into
my mouth without any hesitation. “That’s better!” she said happily, petting my hair
gently. “Do they still taste good even after you cleaned them?” She asked pure, her
eyebrows raised and her tone light. I tried so say ‘Yes Mistress’, but everything that
came out was a muffled ‘​Yff, mffdrff.​’ She nodded smiling and responded with a
cheerful “Good!”. It was true, her socks still clearly tasted like her feet. I sucked
them, sure, but socks worn for eight days would not be cleaned so easy.
“Now, where were we… ah, that’s right!” she said to herself before taking her boot
again, putting them on my now gagged face and standing up to step on it with proper
strength again. My mouth was entirely filled with her two, white socks which
overflowed my tongue with a salty taste, while almost my entire head was sunken
into her boot, my nose directly on her inner sole, the leather smell was still fresh and
sickening, but since I couldn’t breathe through my mouth, I had to inhale like crazy.
I heard Rebecca's gentle giggle from above me. “That’s not good enough, foot slave.
Your mistress is punishing you, so sniff loud and clear, I want to hear how you enjoy
the sweaty, disgusting smell of my beloved boots.”
To reinforce her order, she increased the strength with which she pushed the boot
down on my face, my nose was pressed at its inner sole, everything around me was
dark, I inhaled fast and strong, and while her taste and smell together with her foot
on my head were wonderful and more I ever dreamed of, it grew increasingly difficult
to breathe at all. But Rebecca wasn’t even done with me yet.
“Listen carefully, okay? I will step on you now, when you move even a bit so I or my
boot drop from you, I will be ​mad.​ So don’t, understood? Not even an inch.”
Although I could hear Rebecca was enjoying herself, enjoying her role, and was still
eager no to treat me not too unfairly, her voice was clearly serious. I didn’t want her
to be mad, because she was my best friend. Giving me an order and telling me she
would be mad at me if I didn’t obey it exactly was a thousand times more effective
than any threatening comment could ever have been. And the frightening thing was
that she knew that. Since I couldn’t speak and was busy with sniffing, breathing and
inhaling in her boot, she stepped on me with her second foot, put it directly on my
chest and again intensified her pressure on the boot, by now there was not a single
inch left to move, my nose was crushed on her sole, not yet painfully, but breathing
became a real problem now. I felt Rebecca's entire body weight on my chest and
face, and despite her slender, beautiful figure, she was tall, and derby heavy. Not
only was I forced to concentrate on breathing and sniffing hard to not faint or even
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suffocate, I had to make absolutely sure my aching body wouldn’t move an inch, I
resisted the burning urge of my hands to remove the boot from my face, they started
to tremble and I had to clench them to a fist in order to keep them calm. All that while
the taste and smell of Rebecca's feet, which I probably loved more than anything
else on the world, filled my mouth and nose thoroughly. I could hear an amused,
gentle laughter through the boot.
“Is it hard, my cute, little pet? Don’t worry, It wouldn’t be a punishment if you wouldn’t
have to struggle a bit.”
She slowly moved her right foot a bit forward, towards my neck, which made it even
more likely for her to stumble, and thereby harder for me to keep her steady. Then I
felt her soft, pleasant toes on my neck, tickling it affectionately.
“Keep worshipping my filthy boot, my stinky socks and my perfect body until you
learned your lesson. Then I’ll release you. Is that okay, Tom?”
The sweetness of the last sentence gave me new strength. She was right. Rebecca
was right. I was impertinent. Sure, it has only been one day, but if I wanted to stay
her foot slave for a long time, I needed to be absolutely obedient. I mustered a small
“​yff, mfftrf”​ and kept inhaling, louder and more intense than before, wanted to sniff
every last fragment of her stinky boot smell, I sucked the remaining dirt and sweat
out of her socks, I relished her crushing bodyweight on me, blinked into the total
darkness she trapped me in, listened to her pleased giggle. In short, almost all of my
senses were completely dominated by Rebecca. There was nothing I could do about
it. There was nothing I wanted to do about it. It was everything I always dreamed of.
And it was more than that.
“Sniff louder, slave.” she ordered in a small, gentle voice.
I inhaled harder. Her stinky, leathery, sweaty boot smell that I couldn’t get enough
from, that I fantasized countless times about. I almost wanted to swallow her socks
to meld with them forever, but then I might really have suffocated. For an seemingly
eternity, Rebecca stood on my neck and head, watched as I struggled to not move a
muscle, to not faint from lack of air or the overwhelming smell, but finally, after what
must have been ten minutes, she lifted her left foot and kicked her boot aside. My
eyes hurt from the sudden light, I could feel my face was covered in her and my own
sweat, and I greedily inhaled the fresh air. I waited for her to remove the socks, but
instead she crouched down, her lips forming a mean, lovely smile that sent shivers
down my spine.
“Ready for the other boot?”
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When she kicked away the second boot, I was a complete mess. I was breathing
irregularly, my eyelids were lowered and I barely had any strength left in my body.
This time my best friend wore a pitying smile, at least that’s what it looked to me like.
Rebecca lowered her foot to my face and touched my lips with her toes. Speaking in
a soft, gentle voice, she said “Open your mouth.” I did and she slowly removed her
socks from it, using her toes. It was incredible hot, but I was busy with breathing
through nose and mouth exhausted. She stepped down from me and looked into my
eyes for a long time. I looked back. When I collected myself and found a bit of
strength back, I realized what just happened, and why. This punishment wasn’t
about punishing me because she was mad or anything. It was because Rebecca
enjoyed her new-found, total power over me. I mentioned at the beginning that she
was 19 years old at the time, not only was she the youngest of our apartment, she
usually was the youngest among her friends and classmates too, and was ALWAYS
treated like that. It generally didn’t really bother her, or we would have stopped,
because it fitted her fun-loving, extroverted personally. However, since I was the
oldest one in our apartment and her friend, I teased her frequently for her age and
innocence despite how dirty and open-hearted she could be. That must have been
one of the main reasons she enjoyed this so much - I was now utterly, completely
powerless before her. And although she never took anything I said to her sourly, she
enjoyed being the one that teased now. All that was my assumption, but I knew
Rebecca well, and I knew I was right. Still, that just now… was pretty hardcore. And I
wondered if she was aware of that. After two or three minute of staring into each
other's eyes, a small, mysterious smile formed on her lips. Her next statement was
one that I should never forget, and the voice with which she made it was almost
whispery gentle.
“You belong to me now. Don’t forget that, okay?”
Chapter 5 - I am yours now
Half a year passed after my first punishment under Rebecca’s feet. That’s a
timespan I will skip, or ​summarize​ to be precise. But before that, there’s something
else that’s important to me. After I wrote the last chapter of my ‘Diary’, the story of
Rebecca's first punishment for me, I found it to be a bit scary. At the beginning I told
you the relationship with my friend and now-mistress developed natural to me, and
that’s the truth, even though Rebecca punished me severe a mere day after we
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started this mistress-slave-thing. And to clear out any eventual confusion about her
sudden change of personality, let me tell you what happened just after my
punishment before we jump forward in time.
“You belong to me now. Don’t forget that, okay?”
Rebecca continued to look down on my face for some time, mildly smiling, but with a
certain cold in her eyes. I didn’t know how to respond to that. I wasn’t even sure what
happened right now. Was this development good? Was it great, even? Was it…
strange?
​ It was still Rebecca who stood above me, torturing me in a partly
wonderful, partly distressing way with her boots and socks. I didn’t dare to move, so I
just waited for her to say something. She stared down on me for another minute with
that odd expression of hers - Not enough for satisfaction, not enough for displeasure.
Then she finally showed me her honey-warm smile, stepped to my side and
extended her hand towards me.
“And now get up, idiot.”
I exhaled slow and strongly. Then my body relaxed, I grabbed Rebecca's hand and
she pulled me up before we both sat down on her bed next to each other.
“You kinda scared me there…” was the first thing I managed to bring out after my
breathing was normal again. Rebecca smiled, but it was no mean smile anymore, it
was a compassionate one. “Did I?”
“Yepp… I thought you’re completely serious.”
“And you think I wasn’t?”
She leaned forward to me and challenged me with her bold smile and the spark in
her eyes. I decided to play along. I WAS her slave, after all.
“No, actually I think you were. And so was I. But I also think that you’re not entirely
sure yourself how serious you were.”
Rebecca didn’t answer to my empathic statement, instead she showed me a subtle
blush and a smirk towards her knees.
“Well, you know… I told you, I thought hard about how to punish you. I somehow
think punishment is a part of this ‘​Slave-Mistress’​ -thingie, or at least that’s what my
researches told me…”
“So you DID prepare for today!!” I exclaimed victoriously while rising the corner of my
lips, my theory was confirmed. Rebecca shrugged unbothered.
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“I watched videos.”
“Must have been a lot of videos.”
“You bet.”
We grinned stupidly at each other for far too long and probably both laughed
inwardly. Eventually, Rebecca's cheerfulness was replaced by a thoughtful
expression, she played with one of her fingers on her lips and held my hand with
hers.
“That was pretty interesting, I didn’t know foot fetishism was that versatile… only
that…”, she smiled at me, the childish smile that she always showed when justifying
herself, “...I’m not sure if I went too far. The people in these videos are either actors,
hardcore-masochists, or strangers. You’re my friend, Tom.”
Her gentle caressing of my hand with her slender fingers showed me how uncertain
Rebecca was, despite the stunning, dominant aura she emanated only minutes ago.
She was that ambivalent kind of person. I smiled playfully and wiped the sweat from
my face.
“I mean, you didn’t only do it to punish me for today, right? My theory is that you did
it because of my teasing the last two years.”
Her eyes wided a bit in surprise, and I knew this was her ‘​Gotcha!​’-expression, so I
continued.
“I thought about that just now, while you punished me. I teased you for being naive,
young and innocent sometimes, and while it was only fun, it must feel pretty
awesome to be the mistress of your ‘​Bully’​ now, hm? If I look at it like that I can
understand it even better.”
“​No!!​” Rebecca shouted at me laughing.
“You’re not a fucking bully, Tom. Seriously, as if a dimwit like you could bully a
badass-chic like me.” She pushed me with a light blow and I didn’t defend myself,
the contrast to suffocating in Rebeccas boots was too big and nice.
“But I’m not entirely wrong?” I mused. Rebecca avoided my stare, but couldn’t keep
her lips from rising.
“No… ‘suppose not... “ She looked back at me. “... Did I go too far?”
“No.” I shook my head and released my hand from hers to lay it on her shoulder.
“You had fun. I had fun. It was hardcore alright, and exhausting, but it was still far
beyond great. And I am your foot slave. I was insolent. You punished me.
End of story.”
Rebecca nodded. “Okay…”, she sighed relieved and sat herself cross-legged.
“... But there’s another thing… the girls in the videos… the mistresses… they
fascinated me. They own slaves like they’re their pets, solely existing for worshipping
their mistresses feet. And punishments are quite common in these videos, with cold
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behavior. I want that too. I want to ​own​ a foot slave.” She looked at me, looked into
my eyes, without amusement or sillyness. “I want to own ​you​.”
I let myself get carried-away in the moment, Rebecca's simple but ​unbelievable soon
wish surprised me completely, and the obvious mixture from her friendliness and
cheerfulness with her curiosity and new-found sadism excited me, and turned me on
to no end. So I replied to her statement by holding her stare and bowed my head
slightly.
“Then I will be yours. I will belong to you, and only to you.”
“Truly?” She asked without hesitation, a calm tone leading her voice.
“ I am your foot slave, mistress. I am yours now.”
We smiled at each other a few, wonderful moments, before she grinned happily and
let herself fall on her back to make herself comfortable.
“Cool!”
“​Mh-hm”​ I nodded and stood up, ready to leave Rebecca's room, “as long as you
don’t cut my limbs off or make me wear some ridiculous latex-mask…”
“​Oh,​ I saw them!” she responded with an annoyed face.
“This stuff is sooo ​fake-y​! I mean seriously, who ​does​ that in private?!” she shouted
while exerting her arms to her sides in an irritated manner. I laughed at her obvious
criticism for mainstream-fetishporn, and she threw her pillow at me.
“I don’t plan to cut your limbs off. ​Yet​!”
“​Whatever floats your boat​, right?” I shrugged.
“Let’s make a safe word, anyways!” She proposed and lifted her back from bed
again, getting into a thinking-position. After mere three seconds, she grinned at me
stupidly and leaned her chin on her fingers.
“How about… ​cheesecake?
​ ”
I wouldn’t laugh. I wouldn’t. I wouldn’t give her that satisfaction. So I just slowly
shook my head, preserving my poker face.
Okay, there was a ​slight​ grin on my lips, only a little one!
“You are such an airhead sometimes.”
More pillows flew towards me like missiles, and Rebecca laughed in a mixture from
amusement and sheer outrage
“You are my slave pet, you laugh about my fucking jokes!!”
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Maybe you found this particular talky part of my storing boring and unnecessary, but
since I wouldn’t want you to think of Rebecca as a monster or a stereotypical
dominatrix, I had to include it. Now, to the following six months. Rebecca got more
bold, more dominant bit by bit, but even now, she still didn’t throw me into a
rape-dungeon. In the next six months, I worshipped her feet without exception every
single day. On the rare occasions that we weren’t together or couldn’t meet because
of some reason like her staying over by friends or family, she always had a few
heavily-worn socks and pairs of dirty shoes ready that she made me lick clean,
inside and outside. Rebecca made sure that there wasn’t a single day in my life not
filled with her feet anymore. She wanted me to be completely hers, but we still
stayed friends, became closer day by day in fact. Most of the time we locked
ourselves in when we came home, and Rebecca made up the lie that we were a
couple so our housemates Ray and Nelly wouldn’t get suspicious. In her room I
always licked Rebecca's tired, sweaty feet, only after I cleaned her boots and socks
with my tongue of course. Then I massaged her toes with my fingers and lips for one
or two hours, and after a few weeks she insisted that I kissed them slowly all the time
while doing that, an order which I gladly obeyed to. That was our new routine, my
fulfilled dream, every time felt amazing, I never, ever got tired of the wonderful,
stinky, perfect feet of my friend, and she never got tired of teasing me with them. But
soon getting her feet worshipped at home wasn’t enough for Rebecca anymore. Our
first ‘Outside-Session’ was at uni, when she wanted me to suck her steaming toes in
the toilet cubicle between two teaching​ unit​s. It was rather shabby and ridiculous, but
it was still somehow exciting for both of us, as I knelt before my mistress, who sat on
the toilet, sucking her toes passionately while other students where only inches
away. We giggled, because we obviously had fun. After that, she played with her feet
on my legs and limbs in classes almost daily. It was the greatest, worst form of
distraction, but with all strength of mind and willpower I avoided a drop of my grades.
I wasn’t allowed to object to her teasing of course, because she was my mistress,
and it was her right to play with her slave pet if she wished to. When she wanted to
punish me (And she did!) she didn’t suffocate me again or anything like that, she just
denied me the right to worship her feet for a full day or two. In the six passing
months I became completely addicted to her feet - to the sweetly revolting smell, the
salt-cheesy taste, the smooth, round form, everything about them, and Rebecca's
giggle when I worshipped her. Taking that away from me even for a single day was
maddening hell, and Rebecca knew that, she used it to train me more and more
severe. And when you think feet-addiction is bullshit from some third-rate-fetishflick,
imagine the following: You have a favorite dish, like strawberry cake, that you KNOW
you love passionately, but you are never ever in your life allowed to eat it even once
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for, for example, 20 years. And then suddenly you may eat it every single day to your
heart’s content, and you never seem to get tired of the taste and joy of having the
chance to eat your favorite dish without anyone stopping you. Rebecca was my
strawberry cake. Not just her feet, but the developing relationship with her.
After two or three months she ordered me to take a pair of her used socks in my
mouth for a whole night - At first I hesitated, worrying about suffocating, but I learned
to breath completely through my nose and savored the taste of her worn socks till I
fell asleep. Her next wish was to fixate her socks on my nose while sleeping. That
was harder, but I enjoyed it. Then it was both together, Rebecca enjoyed watching
me laying down next to her bed, her socks stuffed in my mouth and taped to my
nose. Once, I think it was a saturday, she went to bed and ordered me to lick her feet
all night long, without a single interruption. Would she ever feel my tongue stop, be it
at night or when waking up, she would punish me thoroughly. And so, even though it
took a fair amount of strength and will power, I licked her feet non-stop for seven
hours. I sucked every single one of her perfect toes multiple times, I licked her gentle
soles up and down, from left to right and back, or just took her feet in my mouth to
warm them for a while with my tongue. I sensed that she fell asleep after twenty
minutes or so, but as ordered I kept furiously worshipping my mistresses feet,
because I loved it. I loved it so much. When she woke up in the morning I was slowly
circling her toes with my tongue, she smiled at me satisfied, patted my head with her
foot and praised me.
“​Ooohh,​ you are such a good, little slave! You may sleep now.” I couldn’t have been
any more happy. Often she just sat on her bed watching TV, and I laid before her,
face up, to serve her as a foot-rest. Sometimes I licked her feet, sometimes I just
breathed in. Before long we had a tradition at the beginning of every worship-session
- I had to give both of her feet a long, deep kiss as a sign of my gratitude, which I
really meant. She got that from an online-video, and liked the idea as she told me. I
did too. Speaking of online-videos - Rebecca didn’t lose her cheerfulness and
curiosity in this time. She often came to me excited with a new video or picture she
saw and was like
‘Oh! Oh! Can we try that?
This is cool, let’s do this too!
Look at them, isn’t that awesome?! You have to suck my toes like that for once too,
okay?’
And so on. I played along with all her ideas and plans, it was too great to see her
enjoying and discovering our foot-fetish like that. So everything was going great for
both of us, and six months later, at the end of december, our next mention-worthy
developments took place. Christmas was closing in and since Rebecca's parents
were in japan for their work, she probably would spend christmas here at home, just
like me. My parents treated themselves to holidays in london. Our housemates, Ray
and Nelly, also were a couple by now, and would spend their christmas at Nelly's
home. So… by chance or fate, Rebecca and I would be alone over christmas. Few
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days before that, it was morning, she and I sat on our kitchen table, and Nelly was
preparing something to eat for uni. While Rebecca read her book
‘​Human all too human​’ I gorged down my cereals to have some more time to
organize my study books. At some point Rebecca seemed in the mood to tease me
a bit, so she put her legs on the table and crossed her feet inches away from me,
she was wearing thick, black winter socks, already for days of course. They still
didn’t reek, because I cleaned them every single day thoroughly with my tongue.
While Nelly prepared herself a soup, she glanced displeased at Rebecca's rude
gesture and poked one of Rebeccas feet with her pointing finger.
“You know, Becky… I remember there was once a time when you vowed to change
your underwear more often, or at least...” the red head demonstratively closed her
nose with two fingers, “are more subtle about it than that.”
Rebecca took her sweet time to look up from her book, she smiled at her friend
innocently and wiggled her toes.
“Sorry, Nelly… do they smell?”
“No, I wouldn’t say they smell, I don’t think your feet smelled bad for a long time, so
you improved on that, but… you know. The uncomfortable fragrance is still there.
Oh, and your manners.” Now she slapped Rebeccas feet lightly, to which she
removed them from the table with clicking her tongue. Nelly searched for my eyes,
and I smiled compassionately.
“I know you’re both super lovey-dovey, but it must bother you too, Tom. You could
condition her a bit more.”
Rebecca bursted out laughing and snorting, she quickly covered her face with the
back of her hand, but it was too late, Nelly looked at her in confusion before looking
back to me.
“What’s so funny about that??”
I gave Rebecca a mean glance, but she responded to it with sticking her tongue out
slightly. I cleared my throat and attended to my cereals again.
“You get used to it when you’re constantly around her. You know how clingy Becky
is…”
I hoped that this wasn’t too impertinent of me, I looked over to Rebecca and she
smiled at me pleased, which calmed me. Nelly rolled her eyes and saw to her soup
again.
“That I know. But if you can’t take care of it, I’ll do it myself soon…”
She left the kitchen, not without giving the giggling Rebecca a gentle chop on the
head, and we were alone again.
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Let me describe our room-mate a bit better. I will do that for a reason I won’t tell yet,
maybe you can imagine it, but let’s leave it at that for now. Anyways, the thing you
already know, she is a red-head. She has stunning, deeply red hair, abnormal blue
eyes and full, pink lips that were a dream come true for every kissing-friend. When
Rebecca was a ‘​Natural, messy beauty​’, Nelly was a ‘​Selfmade Beauty’​ - She took
very good care of her appearance, hair, nails, clothes and language, and her
personality was a bit more mature and serious than Rebecca's. She was the oldest
member of our apartment with her 24 years, after all. She was a bit smaller than
Rebecca and me, but she made up for that with her commanding aura. When you
gave Nelly alcohol, she turned into a giggling, no-fucks-giving party-monster, as you
may remember from part one. Still, she was a warm-hearted, almost motherly kind of
person, who always looked out for her friends and us in particular. And she was
Rebecca's best female friend. Of course still nobody aside from Rebecca and me
knew about our​ relationship.​ That was one of the first rules both of us decided on.
As my mistress and I sat in kitchen, Rebecca lifte her foot again and stretched it in
my face. Her smooth, black sole was inches away from my mouth. I didn’t really
react, which was a reaction on itself.
“Do you want me to kiss your foot?”
“Would you like to kiss my foot?”
“Yes.”
“Then I’ll allow it.”
“Thank you.”
I gave her soft, black-socked feet a slow, gentle kiss, but it wasn’t enough so I kissed
it again. I closed my eyes and kissed her foot multiple times, only when I started
sucking it slightly I restrained myself, remembering where we were. Rebecca
removed her leg from the table and grinned at me proudly. I finished my cereals and
she put her book aside. I decided to talk a bit with Rebecca before I would go out to
uni.
“So, do you have any specific plans on what to do on christmas?”
She raised an eyebrow.
“I thought we could spend it here, together.”
Her tone was rather ease, but I sensed the uncertainty in Rebeccas voice. When
there was one thing she couldn’t stand, it was loneliness. I cleaned my bowl and
nodded at her comforting.
“Yepp, of course we can. I had no other plans anyways, so I look forward to it.”
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“Great!” Rebecca smiled. “And I promise it will be worth your time.” There it was
again, the spark in her eyes. I knew what that meant. I sighed smirking, a mixture of
excitement and tightness in my breast.
“So it’s not just gonna be a christmas party, huh…?”
“Oh but it IS!” She laughed while standing up and putting her right arm around my
shoulders roughly, pulling me towards her.
“The first christmas party as my slave pet, a christmas party you will never forget.
And guess what: Santa wears stinky socks this year.”
“I swear, you’re preparing those lines in advance!”
“Actually, I don’t!” She laughed wholeheartedly, letting me go and grabbing her book
to leave the kitchen before me. “I’m just a good learner… so don’t fall behind, yes my
little, lovely foot slave?”
“​... of course not, mistress.​”
“Glad to hear that! See you later, and don’t forget I want to copy your notes for the
upcoming test in the second break. If you behave nice and well, you may smell my
socks and winter boots after that.”
She didn’t wait for a response, and instead of saying something I hoped that Nelly
and Ray didn’t overhear any of that. Rebecca became far too less cautious by the
day, but then again, that just showed her easygoing and carefree personality. The
next days were filled with me getting presents for a few, chosen people, Rebecca
before everyone else. And trying to figure out what she could have planned for
christmas. Which kind of video she researched this time.
Little did I know that Rebecca had prepared herself for that christmas-party for a long
time, and wanted it to be a new milestone in our relationship, a new step to her goal
to enslave me completely under her feet. And while I was silly buying presents and
thinking about what to cook at christmas, she sat giggling over her PC and planned
her very own, holy christmas-session for her beloved pet.
Chapter 6 - Christmas (I)
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It was one week before christmas when I started to get an idea what form Rebeccas
and my christmas party would have. On the particular morning I saw her with her
dark blue and black-striped overknee-socks for the first time. Something that flashy
and colorful wasn’t her style at all, and when Nelly asked her for the reason for the
new outfit, Rebecca just smirkingly answered she wanted to try something girly once
in a while, and shot me a glance. Somewhere in the last six months I must had
mentioned it.
I didn’t remember when or how, but I mentioned that I love blue-black striped
overknee-socks. This particular combination on a girl was rare, so in the past I was
happy every time when I saw it on some gal, but of course Rebecca remembered
that and bought herself a pair for me. She was as gracious as she was cunning.
Little to my, Nelly's or Rays surprise, Rebecca wore them for the entire week. While
Nelly merely dismissed it as her best friends bad behaviour by now, Ray scolded
Rebecca for ruining her perfectly-new socks instantly. And I, well, I found myself
staring now and then at her perfectly-shaped, slender legs in blue and black,
disappearing in her dark, stuffy winter boots day after day. My mistress caught me
staring way too often, and I regretted every time, for I knew it would only give her
even more power over me. The letdown of that week was no Foot worship-sessions. At all. The first time since I became Rebecca's foot slave,
she forbid me to worship her feet for a week. And even though she had prepared
plenty of worn socks and dirty shoes for me in advance, it was hard and
nerve-racking, seeing her gorgeous socked feet every day, smelling the subtle notes
of cheese and sweat, suffering her merciless teasing in our living room, when she
pretended to read a book, but actually wiggled her toes around for me to see. To say
it was trying would be the understatement of the year. But since I wasn’t like a
drug-addicted degenerated just yet and we still spent time together, all of that was
somehow fine. Rebecca wasn’t my fetish-fuel, she was one of the, maybe THE most
important human being in my life, even if she probably didn’t know that. If nothing
else, a week of only personal interaction was a nice change. But eventually,
christmas came. Nelly and Ray bid their farewell at forenoon, and Rebecca and me
were alone. When we returned from our floor to the living room, she slumped herself
on the couch and exhaled long and deeply.
“Really, I love them, and they’re fucking cute together, but jesus are they a handful
sometimes…”
“No shit…” I shrugged and was about to sit next to Rebecca. She quickly stopped
me with a gentle “No.” I hesitated.
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“We’re alone now, Tom. Your place isn’t next to me, now is it?”
That was the signal I waited for a long, long week. The signal that a week of no
wonderful feet was over, and christmas was here. I immediately sunk to my knees,
placed my head before Rebecca's boots and answered “No, mistress.”
“Good boy. I know this week was hard for you…” she whispered the last words, and
caressed my cheek gently with the tip of her boot, “...not getting to show your
absolute love and dedication for your mistresses perfect feet…”
She lifted my chin with her foot and smiled at me sweetly.
“But it wasn’t for nothing, foot slave. Now we’re all alone for a whole three days, and
I intent to make full use of them.”
I caught myself grinning stupidly as I answered “Yes, mistress!”
Unsurprisingly, Rebecca giggled at my blatant excitement.
“Well, as we all know, christmas presents and dinner are at evening, so what will we
do until then, I wonder…?” she laid her pointing finger on her lips, pretending to
muse it over, while it was fully clear even to me that Rebecca already had everything
planned out. But it was okay, because overdoing it a bit was part of the fun of our
whole relationship to Rebecca.
“Ah, that’s right, let’s start with my muddy winter boots. They were a present from
Nelly, so I’d like them to be as clean as possible. Start by licking them completely
spotless, foot slave.”
She leaned back in the couch and crossed her boots in front of my face, my
command to begin my work. I confirmed my mistresses order with a “Yes, mistress”.
But before I started, I followed our ritual and gave her foot a long, deep kiss. Then I
sticked my tongue out. Her black boots really were dirty, the soles were slightly
brown from the mudd she went through - probably intentional - and there were small
stains all over them. Licking actual, muddy dirt could be a bit unhealthy, but I trusted
in my believe that Rebecca made sure not to step into something seriously
disgusting.
I started by slowly sucking at the tip of her left boot, then I worked myself around the
sides, the taste was grim, flat and not very sweaty, but I didn’t care for that. I was
allowed to kneel in front of my mistress and clean her boots with my tongue the first
time for a week, so it was delicious and fulfilling to me. I eagerly licked the backside
of her boot and even sucked her shoelaces completely clean. Eventually Rebecca
commented boringly “Don’t forget to lick the sole, there’s quite some dirt
accumulated there, eagerly waiting for your tongue.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
She lifted her boot slightly, and the brown rubber sole was indeed thoroughly
smudged and crusted by dirt and mud. I started with a slow, long lick across her
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whole sole, and as appalling and nauseously the taste was, I still enjoyed it because
I knew how lucky I was to serve Rebecca. I started so suck on specific, especially
dirty spots on her sole with my lips, enclosed them around the dirt and closed my
eyes to enjoy it to the fullest.
“Don’t forget to decently clean them over your enjoyment, or I will punish you.”
Rebecca commented with clear amusement in her voice. I responded and gilded my
tongue up and down her sole, she moved her foot to all sides so I could lick and
clean it from every angle. When I thought I was done with her first sole, she suddenly
stuffed half of her boot forceful into my mouth, twisting and turning it playfully, almost
crushing my tongue.
“Suck on my boot for a bit longer, just to be sure it’s clean. Okay?”
I wasn’t sure if her voice could get any more sweet.
I wasn’t sure it could get more commanding either.
I wasn’t sure, but I embraced her boot in my mouth, moved my tongue around it
eagerly and used my hands to slide her foot even deeper in. Rebeccas encouraging,
gentle laugh was my reward and told me she was happy with her slave. I released
every tiny grain and bit of dirt from her boot when she took it out of my mouth, placed
it on the floor and lifted her other boot in front of me.
“Now the other foot. Then we’ll see how well you performed.”
I kissed it passionately and started licking and sucking it clean while Rebecca
watched me rather pleased. After another ten minutes of boot-sucking, she pulled
her foot out of my mouth and ordered me to move a bit back. Then Rebecca
examined her black boots carefully from all sides, but of course that was only for
show. I was her slave for six months now, I knew perfectly well how to clean her
shoes to please her. And so she nodded at me, smiling.
“Good job, my cute, little slave pet. Did it taste good?”
“Yes, mistress. Thank you very much, mistress.”
“That’s great to hear! We still have a few hours of time, so do you feel like doing
anything?”
She asked me in a carefree manner, and I knew she was actually only half-joking,
and half-serious. Rebecca wanted me to keep worshipping her, but if I wanted to to
something else with her, she would let me do that too. But I waited too long to be her
slave again.
“Anything that you see fit for me is my utmost joy, mistress.”
Rebecca giggled. “I just love your slave-lines Tom, you’re really getting better with
them by the day.”
“Thank you very much, mistress. It’s only because of your training.”
She placed one of her boots on my head and grinded it a bit.
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“Maybe. Still a talented boy.”
She turned our TV on.
“I am in the mood for a good, cheesy christmas movie, and we have more than
enough of them today. Meanwhile you will get the honor of being my eager footrest
for the entire time, isn’t that great?”
Her silly excitement infected me, so I answered happily.
“Yes, mistress.Thank you so much, mistress!”
“You’re welcome! Now, lay down with your face up so your mistress can relax her
poor, tired feet a bit.”
I did as told and Rebecca placed her now-clean boots directly on my face and made
sure to cover it completely with them. The sensation was soft and cold, far from
unpleasant. There was a subtle fragrance of dirt left, which I careful inhaled. I could
feel Rebecca relaxing on the couch, and two hours went by. Now and then she
would lift one of her boots and command “Lick.” or “Smell.” which I happily did. Aside
from that there was only my best friends peaceful breathing and her hilarious
laughter at the dumbest parts of the movie. I could have laughed too, but I contained
myself. It wasn’t my part to be entertained and have fun right now, it was my part to
serve my mistress.
When the movie was over, Rebecca ordered me to kiss her boots again. After I did,
she allowed me to sit next to her and asked me if I had prepared anything for dinner.
“Yepp, indeed I have. Your favorite christmas food actually, noodle salad with lots of
fresh vegetables and laurel sauce. And self-baked oreo-cake for dessert. Is that
acceptable?”
Rebecca grinned happily, it was a different grin from our sessions, it showed
affection.
“Thank you Tom... that sounds great! Do you want to prepare it now?”
I nodded and got up to make my way to the kitchen. Rebecca grasped my hand and
looked up to me curiously.
“Can I help you somehow? I could cut the vegetables.”
“No, I think you should watch some more cheap christmas flicks, they get the best of
you, really.”
I allowed myself the liberty to tease her now and then even after our relationship
began, and Rebecca appreciated it. She rolled her eyes, shrugged and gave me a
push out of the living room, smiling.
“​Aaalright​ then, Macho man will take care of everything, and young Becky will watch
a christmas carol.​ But those vegetables are better perfectly chopped!!”
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I prepared dinner and heard Rebecca giggle every few minutes. I was excited myself
about if my dinner would suit her taste, and what she had in mind for us for the rest
of the evening. Worshipping her boots was already great, but I knew she would
make use of her blue and black overknee-socks somehow.
When I was finished, I served her dinner and sat with her at our living room table.
The salad was in a big bowl in the middle, while each of us had a small one, and the
oreo cake was also there. It turned out quite good for my first try, if I dared to say so
myself. But of course food wasn’t what I was truly looking for. And as if Rebecca was
reading her slaves mind, she smiled at me knowingly.
“Looks and smells delicious, Tom. Thanks for preparing all that.”
“My pleasu-”
I was interrupted. Rebecca took the salad-bowl and dropped to the floor in front of
her her just like that. It made a ‘​Clong​’-sound, but due to its size luckily almost
nothing spilled. Still, I was completely surprised and didn’t know what to say.
Rebecca looked at me, her smile well hidden.
“Get on your knees. Now.”
I knew her tone. I wasn’t allowed to disobey now at all. I immediately kneeled before
her and the bowl in front of her, pressing my forehead in the carped.
“No no, that’s not right… look up, I want you to see it. It’s all for you, after all…”
I did as I was told and looked up just the right moment to see Rebecca taking off her
shoes. Her blue black-striped soles came out, and they were considerable dirtied
and darkened, without hesitation Rebecca stuffed them into the enormous bowl,
sauce spilled on my face and I was speechless.
“Don’t be mad, yes? I already have some of it in my own bowl, don’t worry. Now…”
Rebecca leaned forward, leaning her face on her fingers while grinning down at me,
”Consider this my first christmas present for you, foot slave. Are you hungry…?”
I snapped out of it. I lowered my head and answered “Yes, mistress.”
“Good. I’m hungry too. And while I will eat up here…” she began furiously moving
her socked, sweaty, dirty feet around in the salad bowl, her feet got completely
smeared and messed with sauce and pieces of vegetables, and the salad darked a
bit, but Rebecca didn’t seem to care in the slightest.
“... You will eat where you belong, down at my feet.” She took a plate she seemingly
had prepared beforehand without me noticing and laid it down on the floor before the
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bowl. One last time she wiggled and moved her feet and toes through the salad
before pulling them out and placing them on the plate, crossed. They were dripping
with sauce and food.
“But as you can see, salad would have been too good for you lowly slave pet. I will
enjoy it to the fullest, but you’re my slave, so you’re not allowed to eat the same food
as me anymore. From now on, always when we’re alone, you will only eat food that
was finished by my feet beforehand. Understood?”
Did that really happen just now? It probably did. And so I couldn’t do anything but
answer.
“... Yes, mistress…”
“For today you get to eat a nice, smelly sweat-sauce-salad right from my stinky
socks which I wore for a week. ​Bon appétit!”
She wiggled her toes lively another time and started to eating her salad delighted.
When I was still paralyzed staring at her dirtied feet in front of me with salad all over
them, Rebecca pushed me in the face with one roughly.
“Did I make myself not clear, foot slave? Start eating from my feet, now.”
“Yes, Mistress…”
The moment of joy came when I realized what was going on. Rebecca had prepared
herself for this, and how well. I brought my mouth closer to the plate with her feet
and started to suck some sauce from her socked toes. It was the delicious salad I
made alright, but with a strong, bitter note that was just beyond amazing. Greedily I
took all five of her toes in my mouth, sucked on them and swallowed the tiny pieces
of vegetables, I only now realized how her feet reeked through the aroma of the
salad, which only made me wanting to eat from them even more. I took her cleaned
toes out of my mouth and licked across the whole sole of her other foot, noodles,
vegetables, sauce and sock-fuzz gathered in my mouth, I wanted to swallow it when
Rebecca intervened.
“Stop! I want you to keep it in your mouth for a minute. Savor the taste and smell,
then you may swallow your mistresses delicious slave-feed.”
“​Yff, Mfftreff​...”
I happily played around with the dirty, sweaty, and still delicious salad in my mouth,
moved it to different sides with my tongue and smelled on her socked soles while
doing so until Rebecca ordered me to swallow. I did and was hit with a wave of
euphoria. My pants were on the verge of bursting. I kissed her feet in gratitude and
continued to eat from them, meanwhile I could hear Rebecca enjoying her food too.
“It’s great to have a friend who is not only your submissive foot slave but also a great
cook. You may take that as a compliment!”
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“Thank… you…” I could hardly be happy about Rebecca's praise or even
concentrate on it, I was too indulged in eating from her feet, freeing every tiny piece
of food from her socks and swallowing a lot of fuzz and dirt in the process. Suddenly
she lifted her right foot, slammed it in the bowl again, moved it around a bit and
rammed her foot in my mouth, I swallowed it almost completely.
“Here, let me help you a bit… jeez, you’re such a big boy, but you still need help
eating…”
She moved her foot around in my mouth playfully, wiggled around her toes and
smiled at me honey-sweet, I moved my tongue around her foot as good as I could,
tried to clean it, eat from it, suck on it as strong as possible, then Rebecca pulled it
out and a stream of spit connected her foot with my mouth.
“So messy… you really are a slave pet. Oh well, you will clean it later anyways, now
will you?”
“Y-Yes mistress!!”
Rebecca smirked and continued to stuff her feet in my mouth after plunging it in the
salad-bowl. We ate like this for more than fifteen minutes, eventually Rebecca
removed her feet from my mouth and pushed my head down with them, using it as a
comfortable foot rest.
“​Pheww…
​ that was great. Too bad we can’t give Nelly or Ray some of that salad…”
Since my face was buried in the ground I couldn’t see Rebecca, but knowing her I
was sure she looked at me, grinning stupidly.
“Well, technically we COULD, but I think we rather should not… don’t you agree?”
“Yes… mistress.”
“But the best part is still coming. Your oreo cake, slave! You know, let’s make eating
it even more fun!”
She did cut two or three pieces and lifted her feet from my head, placing another
plate in front of me. The two pieces of cake were before my face for two seconds
before Rebecca smashed them with her feet, grinding and turning them on the plate
until her soles, arches and toes were completely covered in it.
“Let’s make a bet… I will eat one piece of your wonderful-looking cake, and you will
suck two from my dirtied feet. If you’re faster than me, I’ll reward you afterwards, but
my feet have to be COMPLETELY clean, got it?”
It sounded great, it sounded fictional and unreal, but eating cake from Rebecca’s feet
in my favorite socks was something I would have murdered for once.
“Yes, mistress.”
“If you’re slower though, you’re not allowed to worship my feet for the rest of the
evening. How does that sound, ​hm​?”
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Her amusement and enjoyment were not hidden one bit, Rebecca's sweet, playful
smile beamed down one me, and my long face had to be obvious too, because she
laughed.
“​Awww,​ don’t worry, okay Tom? You’re a good feet licker, aren’t you? You will make
it, I believe in you!”
I hesitated for another second, then I nodded.
“Yes, mistress!”
“Great! Good luck!” She started gently eating her cake with a fork and commented
her first bite with a “​Mhhhh…. you truly excelled yourself with that one, Tom!​”
But I had no time to be flattered. I took all five toes of her left, creamy foot in my
mouth and sucked on them frantically, I moved my tongue between every toe as far
as the sock fabric let me, without taking my mouth off I licked her sole down, the
cake was still delicious, but I didn’t really have time to enjoy it. I sucked and niblet on
her arche, and Rebecca was gracious enough to lift it a bit to make it easier for me.
When I slowly licked the upper side of her foot, she commented giggling
“Halfway through, foot slave!”
I took her right foot in both of my hands and moved it into my mouth, wiggled my
warm tongue around it to get every spot of her sock nice and clean, my whole face
was messed up with dough, cream and cookie-crumbs, but I didn’t care. I had to win
this, I had to show my mistress how fast I could clean her wonderful feet, so I sucked
and kissed her toes, Rebecca turned them so my tongue could reach every side, and
when I was done with the foot I took both of her feet in front of my face and licked the
blue and black striped socks a final time, slowly, thoroughly, gentle, from down to
top. My mouth, nose and face were filled and covered in sweat, dirt, fuzzle and food,
but her feet were perfectly clean aside from the wetness of my saliva, and I called
out “Done!!”
I saw up to see if Rebecca was finished, and I saw she looked at me while eating her
last piece of cake. She slowly chewed it with a happy smile, and when she was
done, she turned her head a bit to the side while staring down to me.
“You were faster than me, slave. Let’s see if you were diligent too…”
She took her feet in der hands one by one and examined them more careful than
after any other worship-session so far, I could see the concentration on her face,
showing how much Rebecca was into this by now. After two or three minutes she
stretched her legs and relaxed.
“There are some tiny crumbs here and there left, but I’ll graciously overlook that. You
won, foot slave.”
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I couldn’t stop myself from grinning like an idiot. But of course I didn’t forget my
place, so I bowed down and replied “Thank you, mistress.” To finish it off, I gave both
of her feet a long kiss and said “Thanks for the delicious meal.”
“You’re welcome… sharing is caring, all the more at christmas. You prepared the
food, I… added the spices.”
I kept myself from laughing. Rebecca wanted me to, but I would not, because I was
not allowed to as her slave right now. Then a few minutes passed with us just sitting
there silently. When I carefully looked up, Rebecca sat there in her carefree manner,
her chin on the back of her hand, looking down on me. Then I realized what I had to
do.
“Mistress…”
“Yes, slave pet?”
“You… ​uhm…
​ promised me a reward, if I… would win…”
“Now DID I?” Rebecca was happy that I finally brought it up myself, it was clear from
her cheerful voice. “Then I should better keep my promise, don’t you think?”
“Yes… mistress.” I replied, my face on the ground. Rebecca lifted her right foot to
stroke my head with it gently while she was musing over something, a treatment I
really, really enjoyed and loved. It felt good and gentle, and like I really was her dog.
“Let me think… ​ah,​ that’s right. We can do ​that.​ Slave, sit down over there, your back
against the wall.” She indicated towards a wall near our christmas tree, so I did that,
crawled over there and sat up. Rebecca followed me with her chair which she placed
in front of me so we could look each other in the eyes. I sat on the ground, her knees
in front of me, and was excited to learn about my hard-earned reward.
“As you MAY HAVE noticed, I bought a pair of new socks…” She talked to herself
while looking around the room, her tone clearly in an ironic voice.
I simply replied “I noticed.” which made her laugh even though she clearly intended
not to.
“Since these beautiful, black and blue striped overknee-socks are your favorite, I
wanted to give you the chance to eat from them, but I also used them to contain
something.”
“Con… tain…?”
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Without further talking, Rebecca took her overknees off, but instead of sweaty bare
feet, there were some black ankle socks, steaming from heat and sweat. Literally.
There was some thin steam around them. The nauseating smell was fainting.
“How… how long did you wear them… under the overknees…?”
“Oh, I wore them way longer, don’t worry… maybe three weeks…? Should be
enough for a fine, developed taste anyways.”
I looked up to her grinning, superior expression of total power and control.
“Taste…?”
“Yes, my privileged lowly foot slave, ​taste​!”
She took them off, placed them on her toes and moved her feet towards me.
“Open up wide.”
I did, it was more of a reflex by now. No second later stuffed Rebecca her black
socks in my mouth ruthless with her beautiful toes, and when the foul, suffocating
taste reached my tongue, she already stood in front of me to wrap one of her
overknees around my head. I didn’t know what happened, but I tried to not move.
“Don’t worry, I will make sure you won’t suffocate. Only enough to be completely
surrounded by my feet you love so much, Tom...”
She finished wrapping it around my face and made sure the toe part was exactly
over my nose. After that she fixated my hands with her other overknee-sock, so I
could not move at all anymore. Then she sat back on her chair satisfied and pushed
her naked feet against my face, pressing my head against the wall and forcing me to
completely taste and smell her socks. This time, it was too much. My mouth was
entirely filled with her for weeks worn dirty socks which tasted like molden cheese
and rancid sweets, both of her socks took so much room that they were pressed
against my tongue and throat, forcing me to completely taste them all the time unlike
before. Her likewise filthy overknees were tightly wrapped around my head and face,
not tight enough to suffocate me, but tight enough to let me no other choice but to
breath through her socks frantically to survive. And on top of all that, I could feel the
weight and form of her big, soft soles pressing against my whole face to make sure
there was no inch of air between her socks and my nose. I was, more than ever
before, absolutely, thoroughly, effectively dominated by her feet from all sides, my
taste, smell, feel, every sensation was filled with them completely, and my total
unableness to move even the slightest while my mistress controlled me to her
amusement made it even more unbearable. What really pushed me over the line
though was Rebecca's sweet, gentle giggle as she watched her work satisfied,
watched how she had full dominance over me by now, her loving foot slave who
would do literally anything to be with her and under her feet. My pants couldn’t keep
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it anymore. I couldn’t hold myself back anymore, willpower or not. I surrendered to
Rebecca wholly, Rebecca that I loved and worshipped, and so I came. I had an
orgasm, probably the hardest in years, everything turned white, I inhaled the smell of
her socks, flavored the taste of her sweat, and pushed my face against her feet.
Then it was over and I slumped down exhausted and at the end of my strength.
Rebecca removed her foot, stood up and knelt before me, then she removed her
socks too and took the others out of my mouth. My face was almost teary, I breathed
heavily, but never before in my life was I happier, seeing Rebecca's pleased, little
smile.
“Now you finally came for once to the feet of your mistress, Tom. ​Merry Christmas​...
and to many, many more orgasms that turn you more and more into my devoted,
obedient foot slave…”
Then Rebecca kissed me. Kissed me, and forced her tongue into my mouth, before it
connected with mine. It was warm and gentle, but nonetheless demanding. A fitting
reward for a well-behaving toy.
There was no turning back anymore.
Both of us knew that.
Best friends? Definitely. But sooner or later mistress and foot slave before anything
else. I was happy with our relationship, and would always be happy with it, no matter
how it turned out. Or at least that’s what I was sure of.
Together, with Rebecca.
Our fetish-filled-relationship had still only begun though, as I would soon find out...
Chapter 7 - Christmas (II)
Only a few minutes after my first orgasm in one of my foot worship-sessions with
Rebecca… after my first kiss with her, she already gave me her next order, spared
me no break. She was serious when she said she would make full use of the
holidays. After she enjoyed some hot tea, she ordered me to get over to her by
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flipping her fingers and pointing in front of the couch where she sat now. I laid down
and she placed her naked feet on my face.
“Suck my toes, foot slave. As long as you want to. But do it gently. Affectionate.
Show me just how incredible you love them.”
“Yes, mistress.”
I didn’t care in the slightest that I had barely recovered from my ‘​reward’​ not even ten
minutes ago. Her warm, soft feet rested on my entire face, her round, divine toes
touched my lips and I couldn’t hold back worshipping them passionately to show
Rebecca my gratitude for today. I opened my mouth and she slowly lowered her toes
so I could wrap my lips around them. I sucked on her peach-colored feet, first all of
her toes at once, then even slower one by one. I took them into my mouth and
wrapped my tongue around them again and again and again, now and then Rebecca
would wiggle and move them a bit, which made me even more eager to cover them
completely in my saliva. It was different than usual - When I was allowed to worship
her toes every day, I sucked on them furiously, eager to drink the sweat and dirt they
were covered in. But now I didn’t have them for a week, and so I took my time,
enjoyed every second of sucking, licking and worshipping my mistress perfect,
delicious toes. When I sucked all of them more than twenty times without a break, I
licked between them carefully, there was hardly anything left there, but I didn’t care. I
didn’t suck her toes to clean them today, I sucked them to enjoy their taste over and
over again. And Rebeccas feet were always the most heavenly between her toes,
where her feet tasted almost sweet, with only a subtle, bitter note that had made me
addicted a long time ago already. More than half an hour must have passed with
Rebecca just sitting on the couch and enjoying her hot tea and me sucking her toes
in silence, never happier than before. Eventually, she withdraw her big toe from my
mouth and said ‘​Stop​’ in a gentle voice. I closed my mouth and she laid down her
saliva-glistening feet on my face again before she spoke with a satisfied tone.
“You’re sucking on them for almost an hour now, slave. Do you really love my toes
that much?”
“Yes, mistress. I love your toes more than anything else.”
“More than anything else on the world?”
“Yes, mistress.”
“Say it again.”
“I love your wonderful, perfect toes more than anything else on the world, mistress.”
Rebecca giggled and rewarded me by gently caressing my lips with her toes.
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“Good boy. But then again… you already worshipped my feet for many hours a few
times, so I shouldn’t be surprised anymore… guess you’re just completely addicted,
huh?”
“... I… I am, mistress!”
“Well”, Rebecca lifted her feet just slightly above my face, ”how fortunate for you that
you can get your beloved drug as much as you want. But show some more gratitude,
okay? Kiss my feet for thirty minutes. No interruptions. And I don’t mean quick, small
kisses. Kiss them like they’re your lover. Which they are, in a way.”
Rebecca wanted this christmas to be a turning point. Wouldn’t I have realized that
until now, now it was plainly obvious. She bombed me with her feet, left out every bit
of humor and forced me into complete submission. But why not? My dreams were
more and more about to come true.
“Yes, mistress.”
I started to kiss her feet, well-thought, long and earnest kisses, first her smooth
soles, then again her toes, her arches and her sides. I tried to make use of every
kiss I ever gave to a girl, used my tongue now and then, tried to imagine her feet are
the lover I always dreamed of kissing, and gave it my all. Her sweet, salty fragrance
hung in my nose all the time and did it’s part to make me completely love-drunk. I
didn’t get many giggles though, as Rebecca probably contained herself, but I was
focused completely on my order anyways. Every kiss I placed on every inch of her
feet was more eager, more serious. My kissing seemed to improve even in this thirty
minutes, and now and then I could catch a glance at Rebecca's positively-surprised
smile towards me. But I didn’t allow me to stop even for a second. When the time
was over, I had kissed her feet over a thousand times. And I would have continued if
not for her pulling them away to her left side.
“Slowly our hard training begins to bear fruit, foot slave. This was your best
foot-kissing by far until now, it felt pretty damn great. You truly showed how much
you appreciate being my lowly, worthless slave pet.”
Then Rebecca stroked my hair with one of her feet rewardingly, which was the
greatest praise I could ever hope to get.
“Thank you very much, mistress. Thanks for making me your foot slave.”
I wanted to always keep my relationship with Rebecca, but that had nothing to do
with what we were right here, right now. I wished for this, and now I had to, no, I was
allowed​ to live out the consequences. Rebecca lifted her foot from my head and
smirked audibly.
“You know how it is… you’re very welcome. This whole thing becomes less and less
a kindness from me towards you, and more and more a deep, complex thing that is
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just incredible fun and fulfilling for both of us… don’t you think, Tom? Oh, and you
may stand up. I give you a break from your slave-personality now.”
I hesitated for a long moment before I got up because at this point it felt rather
strange to just ​stand up​, but eventually I did and sat before the couch cross-legged.
“Thank you… and yes… I think so too. And I’m happy you’re blooming in this thing
so much more and more. We really discovered something in you there.”
Rebecca supported her smiling chin with both of her hands as she looked at me
curiously.
“What is it we discovered?”
I smiled too. Then I answered, my voice not too serious, not too silly.
“Your unmatched sadism.”
She laid a finger on her lips as response and avoided my eyes for a few moments.
Then she slumped into the sofa and looked at me weirdly, like she wasn’t sure what
to made of my answer.
“Is it really sadism? It feels more like I discovered that I’m not only a little, cute
teenage girl-biology-student…
I can be a ​goddess​ who ​deserves​ to be worshipped, if I want to.”
The casual and bored manner in which she said this as if we were just talking about
the climatic change and the current political affairs was indescribably hot, likable and
so completely ​Rebecca.​ If I wouldn’t be so exhausted at this point I would have been
incredible turned on. But I still wanted her to continue. I wanted Rebecca to develop
further. I was the slave, but funny enough, in a way I was the one orchestrating our
conversation now.
“And… since you’re a goddess now… what is it that makes you worship-worthy?”
Rebecca saw right through me immediately. Her for a split second confused look
with lowered eyebrows almost instantly vanished and turned into a careful-hidden,
but unconceivable beaming amusement. She played along, and turned serious
again.
“My feet… are ​perfect.​ Every inch of them is beautiful and mesmerizing. Half a year
ago I still thought they’re only disgusting, smelly, unpopular-making gadgets to walk
from point A to B, but you showed me otherwise. You showed me what power they
give me over you. They’re enough to completely enslave you, aren’t they?”
Rebecca lifted them, only a bit. I saw her soles, saw their gentle form. But I wanted
to be cunning for once too.
“No, actually they aren’t.” Rebecca was dumb-struck, she definitely expected a
devoted ‘​yes mistress’​, a nice victory for me, “if I wanted only a pair of feet I could
have gotten that from you without​ worshipping y​ ou, like in the beginning. No, what
made me want to submit to you completely was everything else too, your
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commanding aura, your playfulness, your joy in subduing me, the person the feet
belonged to. That’s why I submitted to you with all I have.”
Embarrassing​. A lot. Or it would have been, a few months ago. That was long over.
Rebecca and me saw in each others eyes without a certain expression, before she
stood up and crouched down before me to be on my eye level. Then she turned her
head a bit curiously and came close, real close. I wasn’t prepared so I didn’t flinch
back. Then I saw a spark in her beautiful, green gray eyes when she whispered
“You didn’t submit to me with all you have yet, nor did you submit to me completely. But you ​will​…
eventually.”
Then she smiled. A warm, girlish smile, stood up and left.
“Aaaaai…. have to get a shower now! And nothing personal Romeo, but you should
go afterwards.”
I nodded, absent-minded.
“Whatever you say...shot caller.”
And so we took our showers. After that, the worshipping was over for now, and that
was okay. It was christmas after all, and Rebecca was excited to get her gifts. I
bought her a book from Nietzsche she had wanted for a long time, which earned me
a hug. She also got a coupon for a professional pedicure from me, which made her
and me too laugh when she unpackaged it. Lastly, I presented her with a really
expensive, but really awesome new pair of punkish boots. They had a deep, almost
bloody red tone, were big and heavy and had black shoe laces and ornaments all
over them. They were girlish, but arguably still incredible badass. It made me happy
how truly beaming and excited Rebecca was about the gift, she hugged me half to
death and kissed me, on my lips. She didn’t mean it in a romantic manner, but I still
enjoyed it very much.
“Thank you so, ​so​ much, Tom! I promise, I will wear them to death and beyond so
you can worship my feet in them.”
Her playful tone indicated she was more joking than serious, but we both knew that
we already looked forward to our first session with them.
I for my part got a ton of my beloved blueberries from Rebecca, a whole collection of
books from Freud that I couldn’t afford myself, and four or five of my favorite movies
of all time on bluray. I felt bad Rebecca did spent so much money on me, but she
told me it was nothing and that her best friend on the planet was worth that. That
was a long, silent moment and eventually, I shed a tear or two, which made her first
hug me, then laughingly tease me to death for it.
“Oh, you’re not finished yet. Here’s another gift for you!”
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Rebecca threw a small box towards me, with a rather guilty conscience I
unpackaged it and was quite surprised - In my hands were Rebecca's white ankle
socks she wore back then. The filthy ankle socks she wore when I first worshipped
her, but fresh an washed like new, with a little ribbon around them. I looked up to
Rebecca to find her grinning.
“The very socks that made you my foot slave, Tom… the socks that made you fall in
love with my feet completely. I hope you will hold them dear as an important memory
of both of us.”
I hold them to my face and smiled.
“I will, definitely. Thank you.”
“... ​mh-hm​.”
I already wanted to lay them down when Rebecca dramatically interrupted.
“Buuut… there’s even something inside them!!”
She pointed to the socks in my hands giggling silly, I unwrapped the ribbon in
surprise and checked the insides of the white fabric - Indeed. There was a self-made
pendant out of iron wire and soft wool in there - It formed the letters
‘​Rebecca's Foot Slave​’. I looked up to her with a raised eyebrow and she shrugged
smirking, avoiding my eyes.
“Too much?”
“​May… be​ a tiny bit.”
“COME ON!” She laughed while jumping towards me “This took four or five hours,
and I hurt my fucking fingers a few times in the process! You better appreciate that,
and wear it every time you get to work done there!”
I thought about it for a minute, thought about how much work Rebecca had with this
and came to the conclusion it was cute. Cute in a morbid, loveable way.
“I will. Thanks, Becky.”
Was I dreaming or did she blush for a moment before she turned around and
mustered a “​Sure… you’re welcome​.” ? But I decided to leave it at that, asking
further would earn me a punishment, from Rebecca AND from my mistress.
We spent the rest of the evening watching one of the movies Rebecca gifted me on
our couch, playing chess against each other which I lost of course, and eventually
going to bed. Rebecca wanted me to come in her room too, and I knew what that
meant. I laid the pendant around my neck and entered her room. She made herself
comfortable in her bed and sticked her feet out.
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“Get on all fours.” Rebecca commanded. I did and crawled over to her bed so her
feet hung over my head.
“Smell my feet. I want you to stick your nose between my toes, smell every inch of
my soles and the arches too. Until I fell asleep, got it? Then you may take my
overknee-socks and have some fun with them in your own room until you fall asleep.
Understand?”
“Yes, mistress. Thank you, mistress.”
“... good night then, foot slave. And look forward to tomorrow…”
Rebecca giggled amused and moved into a sleeping position. I raised my head a bit
to have her soft feet in front of my face and gently started sniffing them. They were
freshly washed and completely clean, so it was Rebecca's very own scent I smelled,
her sweet, natural scent that I loved just as much as her sweat. I moved my nose
over her entire sole, careful and slowly, and didn’t breath too intense to not disturb
my mistress. My cold breathing was supposed to be relaxing for her. Eventually, I
heard Rebecca's quiet, steady breathing, and calmly left the room. I didn’t take her
overknees with me. Instead I got to bed too, and took her clean, white ankle socks
with me. I hold them to my face, on my nose and inhaled carefully, remembered our
first session and happily fell asleep.
Chapter 8 - Are you sure?
The christmas holidays with Rebecca were just as wonderful as christmas eve itself,
but it should be enough to summarize them. When Rebecca woke me up the next
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morning, she stood above me, gently caressing my face with her foot, thus waking
me up. Her first words weren’t ‘​Good morning​’, but ‘​Kiss my foot’​. I did, as slowly and
passionate as I could manage after just waking up, but Rebecca wasn’t satisfied yet,
so she hovered her foot over my face until I kissed it a few dozen times, following her
other foot. She then ordered me to make her breakfast, a few sandwiches and two
donuts. While she was eating I was ordered to massage her feet under the table,
and without her ordering me to I kissed them while doing that. When she got to the
donut, she dropped one to the floor and crushed it with her feet. The thick, sweet
vanilla-cream enlaced her chubby toes and smooth soles and she ordered me to
suck her feet clean before she finished her donut, or I would not be allowed to
worship her for the rest of the day. I won. My reward was Rebecca sitting on my legs
and resting her feet on my face while we both rested on the couch watching some
christmas movies. After a few hours she released me from my slave-duties as she
called it for two hours and asked me if I was in the mood for a round of chess, which
I was of course. While we played we chatted about this and that, it was relaxing and
important, because we were not only mistress and slave but also friends. We cooked
together and talked about a book from Lovecraft Rebecca was reading these days.
When dinner was finished, a delicious soup with lots of vegetables, Rebecca dunked
her black-socked feet into my bowl and ordered me to drink it from them. It was more
than yummy and really fulfilling, drinking the smelly mixture of healthy soup and
rancid sock-sweat. For the rest of the evening I licked her socks clean and sucked
her toes until she fell asleep on the couch. I covered her with a blanket, said Good
Night and went to bed. The next day was similar, with the exception that she went to
take a hot foam bath, and to my surprise she called me into the bathroom after a few
minutes. I couldn’t see anything intimate, Luckily, but I could see her dangling feet
and her wiggling toes. She smiled at me and whispered “Service.” I answered ‘Yes,
mistress.” and got to work.
Thus, our first christmas in this particular relationship ended and was heaven to me,
and most delightful to Rebecca. Another four months passed by which I will
summarise. When christmas ended, my mistress promised me she wouldn’t punish
me with no-worship-sessions anymore. She wanted me to take care of her feet daily
from now on, without exception. I massaged, kissed, smelled, licked and sucked
Rebeccas feet and socks in those four months every day, and still kept enjoying it
more and more. Of course I was always wearing my pendant when serving Rebecca.
Everything was the same. If anything, I noticed how Rebeccas use of ​‘Foot slave​’
exceedingly increased, and she called me less and less ‘​Tom​’, which was fine by
me. I also had more orgasms in our sessions from then on. Always only after
Rebecca permitted me to, helping me in different ways - pressing her feet onto my
nose, stuffing her socked toes into my mouth, or even pushing her soles on my
pants. It was blissful, although I still tried to hold me back and make our relationship
not too sexual. Luckily, Rebecca was quite casual about it. After january, we always
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spent more than half of our time together with worship-sessions. It became
increasingly difficult to study faithfully, or to think about anything else than her feet.
Rebecca didn’t want me to. It wasn’t a game to her anymore, or some fetish-fun, she
said it herself. She wanted to own me. And she was on her path to achieve that
completely. She experienced with things like face-sitting and trampling she saw
online, which she liked and did more often from then on. I like to remember the
evening when she ordered me to lay down on her floor, on my stomach, then sat
down on my head reversed and put her soles under my face, pushing it with her
entire body-weight into her feet. I would have never imagined I would once feel
Rebecca's entire body like this, but since she was as tall as me, it was great
pleasure for a masochist like me. I ate less and less things that didn’t somehow taste
like her feet or socks, and I had less and less time for my hobbies. One could say I
degenerated as a human being, but did I care? I served the person I loved most, and
that was everything that mattered.
And the end of april was the next significant event that took place and shaped our
relationship, making me even more dependent and devote towards Rebecca. It was
already quite warm, the spring-sun was fighting its way through gray clouds, and
since it was saturday morning, we had some free time. Free time that Rebecca used
to surf a bit in the internet at her laptop while I laid under her table and licked her
soles. She was moving her feet back and forth slowly, using my tongue like a mere
cleaning-tool. Now and then she would order me to ‘Kiss’ or to ‘Smell’, but generally
it was a calm morning without anything exciting to happen. Until Rebecca spoke to
me.
“How do my feet taste today, slave?” She asked in a not particularly-interested tone.
I answered in a not particularly-interested tone. “They’re delicious, mistress.”
“Come on, you can do better than that!” Rebecca responded a bit annoyed, poking
my nose with her big toe. “Describe their taste to me, slave!”
I took the liberty of taking her hovering toes in front of my face in my mouth again,
sucked on them slowly, thoughtful and relishing, then I released them, Rebecca
placed them on my breast and I could answer.
“They taste like a bitter, slightly salty honey, mistress, with a wonderful lemon-note.”
My mistress made a satisfied ‘​Mh​!’ and stood up, sitting back on her bed.
“Must be from the lotion I used for you today. Did you like it?”
I crawled off out from under her desk and kneeled before Rebecca, then I responded
honestly.
“It was refreshing, and something completely new… I definitely could get addicted to
it, mistress.”
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Again. I hadn’t imagined it the last few times. Rebecca was blushing slightly, while
her marvelous smile embellished her already gorgeous face.
“Then I will use this stuff more often from now on. I want my feet to be as tasty to my
slave as possible, after all.” Lost in thought Rebecca caressed her one naked foot
with her other, and I couldn’t help but look at it until she knew what she wanted to
say.
“Oh, that’s right!” Rebecca stated, “I wanted to talk to you about something. Get up
here, bad boy!” She tapped on the spot besides her, I got up and sat down besides
my mistress, not without recognizing the subtle, pleasant fragrance of lemon that
emanet from Rebecca. It made me insane, and I had to avoid my eyes from her
breathtaking beauty. Luckily she didn’t notice it.
“Since we have holidays for a week now, I thoooought… maybe we could visit the
Baltic​ ​Sea together for two or three days… you know…” Rebecca played with her
brown hair, tied up as a braid, while she chose her words, “... taking a hotel… having
some fun at the beach… and…”
“And?” I asked, concealing my smirk. Such an airhead sometimes. Rebecca noticed
that I already knew what her point was, so she didn’t even try to hide it anymore, but
instead smiled at me brightly.
“I told you a few months ago that I’m registered in this fetish-forum, right?”
“So?”
“So I found this girl from norway, Lauren, and she is a young mistress too. Has two
foot slaves, and she’s barely eighteen years old!”
I whistled, but a certain awkwardness creeped up my neck.
“Please don’t tell me you want to look for a second slave now.”
Rebecca flinched back a bit and lowered her eyebrows, shaking her head in
confusion.
“What? No, of course not, idiot. But we befriended each other and she gives me
advice and tips all the time. Last week she went to the baltic sea with her slaves
and…”
It was clear from her fast speaking Rebecca was excited. So I kind of was too.
“... and let them worship her feet out in the public, in the middle of a city. Hundreds of
people were watching how those two boys were kneeling in front of her and licked
her bare feet. Isn’t… isn’t that awesome?!”
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I had to take that in for a minute and tried to imagine the scenario. A probably at
least decent, norwegian girl with two norwegian boys, somewhere in a city, having a
foot-worship-session out in the public. Yepp, seemed strange.
“Before everything else, it is surprising that the local police didn’t kick their asses or
at least gave them a long scolding for it.”
Rebecca shrugged and didn’t care for this logical voodoo very much.
“I think you’re taking this too serious. Why would the police do anything, they didn’t
really do something explicit sexual, right? And the people who were watching them
were either quite amused or hilariously disgusted, as Lauren told me, and it felt
pretty damn exciting to her.”
I took a deep breath in. I knew what would follow now.
“Okay… and what about it?”
She played around with her fingers shyly. It was an odd sight, considering this was
No-fucks-given-Rebecca I was looking at right now. Eventually she smiled at me wrly
and sait it out loud.
“... I love being worshipped by you, Tom, really I do. Every single time feels amazing,
and I will never get enough of it, I am sure of that. But… we always did it in private
until now, here or somewhere else.”
“And that bothers you.” I half-asked.
“NO!!” She immediately assured me with her hands. “Absolutely not. I’m quite happy
as it is. But well, the thought of getting my feet worshipped out in the public where
people can see it… I have to admit, it’s a far too exciting thought.”
I gulped like I’m the protagonist of a cheesy hollywood-comedy. Worshipping
Rebecca in the middle of a city. Where thousands of eyes would see us. I was bold,
no question, but that was a huge… ​huge​… step. I bit on my lips and thought about it,
as Rebecca of course noticed.
“I… I thought we could do it on a place where nobody knows us, and never will! A
small town at the baltic sea, we could enjoy a few days there and have some feet fun
while we’re at it. None of these people there will ever see us again. None of the
people we know will ever know…”
It was amusing how insecure Rebecca’s voice was, and how obvious she tried to
convince me. Rebecca grew fundamental more dominant and commanding over the
past months, and generally wasn’t the type to be shy about something, so this was
new. The thought of living my foot fetish out in the public was frightening. I didn’t
know if I could concentrate with all the potential shame. But. I saw in Rebecca’s
green-gray eyes and her shaking smile and it was clear she wanted this. Absolutely,
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essentially wanted this. And she was my mistress, while I was her foot slave. There
should be no more thoughts about it.
“Let’s do it.” I simply stated. The surprise on Rebecca’s face was hilarious, her eyes
wide and her eyebrows danced on her forehead, it was a hard struggle, not starting
to laugh.
“But… are you sure, Tom?... I mean… I would understand, if you feel like-”
“No. Let’s absolutely do it. It’s an exciting idea, and I would like to know what it feels
like.”
“......” Mere seconds ago, Rebecca was excitedly trying to persuade me, and now
that I agreed she wasn’t so sure anymore. That though, was very like her. Now I
smiled, I couldn’t hold it back anymore.
“What are you smiling at so stupidly, Tom?!”
“Uhm, it’s nothing… just… you’re just too cute, that’s all.”
Rebecca opened her mouth for a second, closed it again and avoided her eyes then,
blushing.
“Maybe you’re just agreeing because I want this so much. I don’t want you to do it
only for me, and then you sink into the ground out of shame, and I will be responsib-”
I stopped my smile, took Rebecca’s hands in mine and looked her into the eyes
seriously, she looked back in surprise.
“No. I won’t be ashamed. A year ago I was ashamed about my fetish. Then you
helped me to come at peace with it, even embracing it daily. I might as well stand to
it openly now.”
“But, if you don’t feel comfortable-”
“It doesn’t even fucking matter what I feel comfortable with. I am your foot slave. I am
your slave. Nothing else. You are my mistress. I belong to you. If you want me to do
something, I want to absolutely do it, no matter the cost. Please use me however you
see fit, because I am your property. You ​own​ me, after all.”
Rebecca was paralyzed for a moment, before slowly, very slowly, a warm smile
crawled on her lips.
“.... Okay. And you really want this?”
“I do! I want whatever you want. And it’s the absolute least what I can do for you
after what you have done for me.”
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We looked at each other for a few seconds, smiling, and Rebecca nodded happily.
“Okay. Then I’ll book a trip for us. My treat, of course. Thank you, T… slave.”
I gently let go of her hands and kneeled before her again.
“You’re welcome, mistress.”
“You were really sweet just now, you know?” Rebecca’s voice was even more gentle
and warm than usually, ”I feel like you deserve a reward. What would you like?”
I thought about it for two seconds before I came to the conclusion I already had
everything.
“I would like to kiss your feet, mistress.”
Rebecca giggled and moved her left foot forward.
“Very well, foot slave. Here is your reward. Enjoy it to the fullest.”
“Yes, mistress”. I answered before starting to tenderly kissing her lemon-smelling
foot.
Chapter 9 - Public Footslave
Exactly as planned, Rebecca and I went to a small city at the baltic sea for our
holidays, three days in total. I could bore you with the dull details now - how we
packed our bags and barely made it to the train in time, only to make ourselves
comfortable in an isolated part of the wagon, followed by an inevitable order from my
cunning mistress.
“It’s been a while since you worshipped your beloved, bloody red boots of mine, so
how about it, slave? Right now my feet are steaming from our running, so you should
have a good time sniffing every bit of sweat out of them…”
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Rebecca whispered grinning while lifting her right leg high enough to playfully touch
my chin with it. I got nervous anybody would see us like that, but I couldn’t let it show
on my face, or I would be punished.
“Gladly, mistress, but… right here?” I gave my best to sound casually, but who in the
world was I kidding? Rebecca didn’t answer, instead her lips curled up in a powerful
smirk, she had the power to humiliate me right now, and she knew it. I could see the
struggle in her green-gray-eyes - Her exceptional sadism telling her to break me
down completely instantly and making me her plaything vs. her friendly, empathetic
restraint. Eventually she said in no particular quiet voice “Don’t worry, I don’t feel like
making such a fool out of you just yet, Tom. There you go”, she moved her foot away
from my head and slipped out of her boots blithely. Her red, grayish socks came in
sight, and I felt the urge to instantly shower them with kisses. Instead, Rebecca
pushed her boots towards me.
“Take them to the toilet, lock yourself in there and bury your face inside them the
whole, two hours of our travel. Don’t disappoint me, okay?”
Her honeysweet voice allowed no hesitation, and so I didn’t show her any. I could
further tell you how strongly her boots reeked, and that I loved every second of
sniffing inside them. Or maybe you’re interested in the curious looks Rebecca said
she got multiple times for sitting in a train alone without shoes. Or how we arrived in
our hotel, lived ourselves in and enjoyed the beaming sun. But the truth is, all of that
doesn’t matter too much. So let’s skip to the day both Rebecca and I were waiting for
so eagerly, our second day in the city Greifswald, the day I would openly and
shamelessly show my absolute adoration for my mistress.
Rebecca didn’t let me worship her feet the entire day prior to make it more exciting
for the both of us as she said, and she had already toured through half of the city
yesterday to find a good spot for our worship-session while I unpacked our stuff in
the hotel room. It was around midday when she gave the command to move out, and
we went on our way, strangely relaxed considering how nervous we were… or how
nervous I was, to say the least.
We were right in the middle of a busy, crowded and loud shopping-street when I
knew this would be the place. The place Rebecca had chosen for maximal effect and
attention. She really wanted to pull through with this. My friend sat down on a long
bench in the pedestrian area, we were surrounded by dozens of people walking right
and left, chatting casually, using the marvelous weather to enjoy some ice cream or
just a bit of window shopping with their friends, and I took a moment to admire her
outfit - it was one hundred percent Rebecca, which meant it was careless, yet
beautiful, disinterested, yet absolutely breathtaking. It was her natural charme. She
wore her bloody red boots, a black miniskirt, a black t-shirt and her jeans jacket over
it, her brown, curly hair was pinned up as always. She just sat there, leaning back on
the bench, and supported herself with both of her arms, smiling at me patiently but
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expectly, until I sat down next to her. “So… here we are…” I mumbled stupidly.
Here we are, r​ eally?
​
I already had smarter lines to overcome awkward situations… but Rebecca didn’t
seem to mind.
“Here we are indeed, Sancho Panza…” she responded while looking around the
street, observing nothing in particular.
“Mh, maybe it’s just my lack of knowledge, but it would be new to me that Sancho
Panza licked Don Quichottes feet…” Rebecca grinned widely and looked at me with
an expression that wanted to scold me as much as it wanted to praise me, eventually
she decided to just shake her head giggling.
“We didn’t come here to have silly little word games and jokes, or did we?”
Her tone became more serious, so I pulled myself together too.
“No, we didn’t, mistress.”
A few girls, probably around seventeen, sat down on the bench right next to us,
Rebecca spared them not a single glance, but I could tell it only excited her more.
She kept smiling at me viciously, and whispered “Ready whenever you are… foot
slave.”
That was my order. How I would start to worship my mistress was up to me, so I had
to make the best out of it. Rebecca looked forward to this incredibly, and I couldn’t
mess it up. I slowly grabbed her left leg, and pulled it up towards me, resting it on my
lap. I moved my face towards her red boot, and placed a gentle kiss on top of it.
Then I kissed it again, and again. I could hear the first giggles behind us, from the
girls on the other bench, but they didn’t seem to be sure what was going on yet, they
whispered something excitedly to each other. I ignored them and started to untie
Rebecca’s shoe laces with my teeth. I was excellent at it. I had more than a year to
train it, after all, and by now it really DID look romantic and erotical, I elegantly untied
them with my teeth, before taking the tip of her deep red boot into my mouth and
pulling it off her foot. It grew silent behind us, but Rebecca smiled at me cheerfully,
so I concentrated on that smile. I dropped her boot to the ground and took care of
the other. While I accidently looked around, I noticed the first odd stares, some
people here and there paused in their shopping tour and looked at us in irritation, but
that was none of my concern. I was only a foot slave. After not even a minute I
dropped my mistress’ second boot and had her red, slightly dirty socks in front of me.
I paused for a moment and looked at her, waited for an order, and Rebecca, who laid
herself down on the bench comfortably and rested her face on her left hand gave it
to me, loud enough that the girls behind us definitely would hear.
“Start by sucking my heels, foot slave. Do it Slowly. Gently.”
“Yes, mistress.” I expected an hilarious laughter, instead there was silence behind
us, aside from the deafening noise all the people on this street made. I carefully lifted
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Rebecca’s left foot in my hands and moved my face beneath it - I enclosed my lips
around her heel and started to suck on it noisily. Her warm, soft socks were not
overly drenched with sweat, but had a strong, sweet and sour note that clearly came
from them being relatively new. Now the girls giggled, loudly, I could hear their
miserable attempts at whispering “​What the fuck?
​ !”, “​Is this some kind of weird
fetish?
​ !” and more of the sort, but even worse was that I couldn’t ignore the fact more
and more people were standing around us, watching me sucking on Rebecca’s sock
like an animal. She smiled. She enjoyed it, being worshipped openly, showing of her
slave. So I was happy too, and smiled like her. I removed her foot from my mouth,
thick lines of spit were following it when I started to suck on her second foot. I moved
my tongue around her heel more passionately this time, and Rebecca smirkingly
ordered “Smell my other foot while sucking.” pushing her red toes onto my nose, not
even awaiting my answer.
“​Ho - ly - Fuck​” came some young, male voice from somewhere around us, while
some older woman made an “​Ewwww”​ -sound. I barely noticed it anymore, I was
completely dominated by Rebecca, who enjoyed her power to the fullest, her heel
was filling my mouth and I was eagerly sucking and licking on it, while she pressed
the toes of her other foot on my nose from above, wiggling and moving them around
on my face playfully, humiliating me even more. I closed my lips around her sweaty,
fussy heel again and again until she pulled it out and calmly ordered me to “stick my
slave tongue out.” It was as unreal as it could get, more than a dozen people stood
around us, whispering to each other, most of them clearly amused about our show. I
sticked my tongue out and didn’t move my head even an inch when my mistress
glided her soles over it, moving her feet back and forth, spreading the sweet sour
taste and dirt of her socks on my tongue and in my entire mouth. The girls behind us
made impressed sounds, I reflexively turned my head a bit towards them, to what
Rebecca instantly moved her right foot behind my neck and her left one on my head,
locking me between them.
“Foot slave. You are my slave. My property. You are only here to worship my perfect
feet, remember?” Rebecca smiled at me encouraging, in her ambivalent, sadistic
manner. But it worked. I concentrated only on her, forgot my shame or every emotion
aside from my obedience towards her.
“Yes, mistress. I’m sorry, mistress.”
“Don’t apologize. Make it up by worshipping me even better.” She gave me a slight
kick against the forehead, released me from her foot-lock and gestured towards the
ground in front of her. I immediately got down, kneeled before her feet and lowered
my face to the ground. Rebecca used her chance and placed her foot on my head,
sitting on the bench like a goddess which ruled her mere slave.
“Now show some gratitude for your gracious mistress which lets you keep
worshipping her wonderful feet despite your silliness, will you? And do it nice and
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loud so our kind viewers can hear every single word.” Her amused, warm and yet
incredible cold voice were a tighter necklace than any iron chain cold ever be. I had
no free will right now. And I still wanted nothing more than to obey. Every other voice
aside from Rebecca’s died. Everything aside from her and her feet disappeared.
“Yes, mistress! Thank you so much for letting your low, worthless, dumb foot slave
keep worshipping your divine feet! I love nothing more than being dominated by you
all day long. I will give my everything to please you.”
I finished my statement by lifting my head slightly, slow enough for Rebecca to leave
her foot on it, and kissed the toes of her other, red socked foot deeply, a kiss that
lasted over ten seconds. Rebecca smirked audibly and caressed my hair a bit with
her foot.
“Very well, you may show what an excellent slave pet you are to everyone. Pull my
socks off and lick every inch of my sweaty, smelly soles perfectly clean.”
“Yes, mistress!”
I got to work and freed her first foot of her steaming sock with my mouth, then the
second. Her mesmerizing, peachy feet were gleaming from warm sweat in the
sunlight, and I started to lick her left sole after I carefully took her foot in my hand.
Her sweat was sweet and bitter as always, and without any word Rebecca placed
her right sole on my face again, trapped my nose between her toes tightly while I
licked her foot so both of my senses would be filled with her feet. The smell was
strong and wet, and reminded me of the leather-aroma of her boots, with a hint of…
lemon.
While I was eagerly and shamelessly licking her feet, Rebecca had also ignored the
crowd of curious onlookers that gathered around the benches by now, the three girls
of the other bench stood up and moved over to my mistress.
“Uhm, excuse us…” One blonde girl that had to be one or two years younger than
Rebecca spoke to her shyly. “Yeah?” she responded relaxed and calm, smiling from
ear to ear. I knew it, because I knew her long enough to hear it.
“Are you both… some kind of fetish couple?”
“Hmm… I guess you could say that.” my mistress answered while moving her toes
around in my mouth, playing with my tongue and caressing the inner sides of my
cheeks.
“So that’s your boyfriend!” another girl concluded. I was tense about what Rebecca
would answer. We ​pretended​ to be a couple, but…
“Goodness, no! He’s just my low, worthless foot slave and pet.”
Rebecca giggled amused. It stinged in my chest a bit, but I knew she didn’t mean it.
The girls giggled in a silly manner, and watched how eagerly I sucked between every
one of Rebecca’s saliva-gleaming toes.
“May we… film both of you for a bit? We never saw anything like that before, and…
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I mean… you look pretty badass!”
One of the younger girls obviously looked up to Rebecca, who enslaved a man
clearly visible older than her under her feet, probably all of them did. I panicked for a
moment about what she would answer, but Rebecca stayed cool as always.
“... fine, it’s alright. But make sure neither my or the face of my pet is visible in the
recording later. That’s my only condition, and it would be awesome if you could stick
to it. Okay?”
“Sure!!” The girls agreed and hastily started, as I assumed, recording us. I got more
nervous by the minute, and hoped they would really listen to what Rebecca said. But
my malicious friend wasn’t done yet.
“All of you others too…” she said loudly in the round of probably dozens of people
who gathered around us, “you may film this pathetic slave pet as much as you want,
but please don’t record our faces, or at least censor it later. If I find any recording of
our faces online, you’ll be the next one who kneels before me!”
Rebecca said with a semi-serious tone, and her viewers laughed hearty. I could hear
more than a dozen recording sounds, cameras were pointing at us from all
directions, and I wasn’t sure Rebecca really knew what she did when she allowed
that. But my smart mistress noticed how I felt while I licked her soles, and pointed my
face up to hers with her foot, looking me deep into my eyes with that unnatural smile
of hers.
“Don’t worry, slave… I take responsibility for everything, alright? Everything you have
to worry about is worshipping my delicious feet.”
“Y-Yes, mistress!” I answered, I laid down before her on the ground and Rebecca
placed both of her feet on my face, lowering her left toes in my mouth while her right
foot played with my nose. It took all my strength and concentration to not get a boner
through my pants, I couldn’t afford THAT shame.
“You are freakin’ AWESOME!” some guy shouted from somewhere, while a young
woman added “That’s how you treat men the right way!”
Rebecca didn’t respond to any of that, instead I imagined she just smiled satisfied
down on me, her property, which made her a goddess. After five or so minutes, one
girl of the crowd walked towards us and came to a halt right next to me to offer
Rebecca her hand.
“A pleasure. Name’s Natalie.”
I could barely see enough through Rebecca’s feet to observe how my friend mused
for a second over how to respond before she shaked the blue-haired girl’s hand and
cocked her head curiously.
“Nice to meet you, Natalie. I’m Rebecca. What can I do for you?”
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The punkish, pale-skinned girl that had to be around twenty, wore a lot of black
piercings, black, short clothes and very, very long blue hair that made her look a bit
like a mermaid. She smirked and pointed down towards me.
“Foot fetishist, I guess?”
“Exactly so.” Rebecca answered in a light tone.
“So… since this dude isn’t your boyfriend, does he lick other feet too, or exclusively
yours?”
My ears grew red. I stopped sucking on Rebecca’s soles for a second, but she
instantly noticed it and kicked me lightly, ordering me to continue.
“Hmm… he didn’t really have the chance to so far. And aside from that, his
mistresses beloved feet are the best in the world for him anyways, isn’t that right
slave?”
She kicked me again, and I answered loudly with “Yes, mistress!” to what some
people laughed, the blue-haired girl though only kept smiling.
“I’m sure they are. But if you don’t mind Rebecca, I would offer him to lick my feet
too. I saw some of his sort online a few times, but never had the chance to meet
one… it must ROCK to get your feet licked like that.”
I couldn’t believe what I just heard. This girl was BOLD. She actually wanted me, a
complete stranger who licked another girl’s feet, to worship hers too. Rebecca surely
would deny it right on the“Sure Natalie, go ahead! We’re in this city to have a bit of fun after all, and as long as
my slave doesn’t forget who he belongs to…”
Rebecca lifted her feet from my face and placed them besides me. She smiled down
on me, looked me into my eyes, and silently signified me to obey her without a
complaint.
“I’m sure he won’t, my feet aren’t as pretty as yours, buuut… I already walked for
quite a while today, so I’m sure they’re nice and stinky. But he doesn’t mind that,
does he?”
“Not at all!” Rebecca giggled and offered Natalie the place next to her on the bench.
Natalie sat down and looked at me smiling, then she moved her black chucks
towards me.
“May I call you slave? Nice to meet you, foot boy. I hope you will enjoy my soaky
feet.”
I hesitated to move or respond, but when my eyes fell to Rebecca, she looked at me
seriously and stringent, she would absolutely not tolerate any disobedience. Well,
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fuck it, I thought to myself. We already went that far, and the thought of worshipping
another, beautiful girl’s feet for once excited me. I got up on all fours, lowered my
head before the chucks of the girl and placed a kiss on them.
“Yes, mistress. Thank you for letting me worship your feet, mistress.”
The girl called Natalie answered “​Sure, go ahead​” and pulled off her own shoes with
her feet. Her long, black and white striped socks came out, and she immediately and
boldly pushed them into my face. I was hit with a wave of salty, grim stench of a
whole different nature than Rebecca’s feet. The last one and a half year I got
completely used to her taste, smell and form so that those filthy feet right now caught
me by surprise. Natalie spared me no room to recover, she pushed her other socked
foot into my mouth, as deep as she possibly could.
“Yuuummy! Now be a good foot boy and lick my entire sock in your mouth like you
want to swallow it!” She laughed, turning and twisting her foot in my mouth. I licked
her sole and toes, the taste differed greatly from Rebecca’s , there was no
sweetness at all, instead her socks tasted salty and grim, but were still delicious.
“You’re not half bad at that!” Rebecca commented while looking at Natalie, and
placed both of her naked feet on my head while Natalie’s were in my face. Now I
truly​ was in heaven, four feet dominating me at once.
“Thanks. I wouldn’t have imagined for that to be so much fun. I’m actually not into
feet at all, you know…” Natalie grinned with her elegant, black lip piercing and stared
down on me, removing her foot a bit from the depths of my mouth, only her toes
remained.
“Suck on them. Suck on my toes like a cute, little baby, slave… those sweaty toes
are only for your baby mouth.”
I did as I was told and sucked every single one of her black toes individually like a
baby, tried to suck every bit of sweat out of these socks, and Natalie’s pleased giggle
told me she enjoyed it. She moved her toes quickly out and in my mouth like she
was fucking me with her foot, and I couldn’t stop myself from producing vulgar
noises, only topped by Rebecca’s appraising laughter and clapping. After that,
Natalie removed her feet from my face, only to rub them through it roughly a second
later.
“Enjoy my dirty, racked sock-fabric as I rub every, filthy inch of it through your cute
slave-face… take deep breaths while I do that.”
Since I couldn’t move my head with Rebecca’s feet on it, I had to hold out that
excited, punkish girl rubbing her strong feet through my face again and again,
sniffing as loud and strongly as I could and thereby inhaling her feet-stench
completely to the point where I would probably never be able to forget it. Natalie
continued amused, motivated by the clapping girls around us and Rebecca’s giggle,
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before stuffing one of her feet into my mouth again and covering my whole face with
the other, pressing her sole on my nose and eyes with all her strength.
“​Mhhh…
​ I really could get used to that. I always thought it feels weird and tickles, but
it’s like a massage…”
Rebecca nodded, grinded the heel of her right foot on my head for a bit and looked
to Natalie.
“Yeah, it’s the best feeling in the world”, she stated, ”and it tickles only with
inexperienced slaves. My slave however…” and Rebecca laid her legs around my
neck, locking me between her and Natalie’s feet completely, “... is an experienced,
excellent foot licker who knows how to please his mistress. Isn’t that right, slave?”
“Yff… mfftrff….”
Both of the girls laughed, and it didn’t take long for the next person, a woman in her
mid-twenties this time, to want a try too.
“May I… may I get licked my feet too? I would like to try that.”
“Sure!” Rebecca responded cheerful.
More women and girls came to get a free foot-worship, and more than hundred
people gathered around us by now. Ten minutes later, there were five girls and
women sitting around me, all stretching their legs and feet into my face and mouth,
Natalie’s socked and Rebecca’s nacked foot filled my entire mouth, three other
sweaty, stinky and filthy yet beautiful feet were placed on my face, the rest of them
resting on my neck and chest, there was not a single one of my senses that wasn’t
filled with feet. The girls switched positions, so I had to take everyone’s feet in my
mouth for a few minutes, I licked and sucked more sweat and dirt from soles and
toes than ever before, and still more girls wanted to join in. Some of them were
wearing their old training socks when they stuffed their feet into my mouth, some
wanted their toes to get sucked and some just wanted to know what it felt like to
dominate a man with their naked feet. It had to be about an hour when all in all
twelve women were throning over me, Rebecca included, resting their naked,
saliva-wet, now spotless cleaned and worshipped feet on my entire body, there was
not a single inch on me that wasn’t covered with a female foot, all of them looked
really happy and made a group-shot with their handies. My tongue and lips were
hurting, my face, neck and t-shirt was covered in sweat and dirt, and my hair was an
only mess, since Rebecca and three or four other women had their fun moving their
feet through it. When Rebecca pulled both of her feet slowly out of my mouth, she
looked down on me, looked me into my eyes and smiled, smiled a stunning, evil
smile that excelled the beauty of every expression of her so far. I knew it better than
ever before now. That was my goddess. The goddess which had the power to use
me, lend me to others, make me a tool and present me at her free will. I smiled back,
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and gently kissed her soles, she slowly hovered her foot over my lips so I could
caress every inch of it with them, calmly she reminded me “Your other mistresses
want some love to”, and they readily stretched heir soles towards my face again so I
could kiss them. I kissed every one of the twenty-four feet again, multiple times each,
and after every single kiss I had to say clear and loud “Thank you very much for
letting me kiss your wonderful foot, mistress.” The women who had never enjoyed
something like that before enjoyed it the most. Aside from me maybe, who was
unmatched exhausted, my face and my lips felt like they would melt any second, but
I was never happier. Not even close. The taste of feet would never disappear from
my mouth again, that much was sure.
The last thing before I could finally relax were twelve pairs of feet, piled up on my
face like a tower to show their absolute power over me. Twelve smiling women who
stood over a lowly foot slave pet who could barely be called human anymore. I was
absolutely, wonderfully, perfectly suffocated and crushed under twenty-four wet,
female feet. And before anything else, Rebecca’s familiar, soft, peachy feet rested
on my mouth, marking it as their territory.
And that, mainly, was another important point of Rebecca’s and my history together,
and my degenerations as a human being, my happy progression towards my friend’s
grateful foot slave for life.
Chapter 10 - At the Beach
When the session on the shopping-street ended and a bit too many people were
gathering, Rebecca made the right choice to get out there before any media or even
the police could show up. She did a last service for the excited viewers, sat herself
behind me on the bench and hovered her feet in front of my head from left and right,
pushing them into my face while resting her arms on my hair. She smilingly waved
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especially towards the girls, and there was loud and whole round of clapping and
cheering.
“Thank you very much!” Rebecca smiled, stood up and slipped barefoot into her
boots, then she turned towards me and extended her slender hand.
“Get up, my hero. We have to escape before the bad guys arrive.”
I was still incredible exhausted, but Rebecca was right, so I gathered my strength,
took her hand and we made our way through the masses.
“Wait a second please?” Shouted the voice of Natalie, the blue-haired punk, from
behind us. She grinned and gave Rebecca a small sheet with what I supposed was
her number. “I like you guys, maybe you could… include me again, when you feel
like? I will make it worth your time, Rebecca!”
She seemed honest and pretty chilled about this thing, and I had the feeling she
shared the same wavelength with my mistress, so it didn’t came as a surprise when
Rebecca nodded smiling.
“We sure will. See you soon!”
They made a fist-bump and said their goodbyes, to me Natalie only winked nastily.
We actually made it out before anyone annoying could enter the scene. And as
surprising as it was for the both of us, even months later there was no uncensored
recording online, even though a few ones with blurred faces were up on Pornhub,
reaching hundreds of thousands of clicks, much to Rebecca’s anger who didn’t earn
a penny from it. I for my part was merely amused about that. But let’s go back to our
holidays for a bit. When we were back in the hotel room, Rebecca asked me, less
extroverted than in the city, if I was okay with what just happened, and if it was too
much too fast. Instead of answering I knelt before her and slowly, sincerely kissed
her foot. That was answer enough, so Rebecca only smiled and didn’t say any more.
I got the rest of the evening free, and we watched some borrowed movies together
on her bed like the old days. Her warmth, softness and her beaming smile made me
uncomfortably remember it weren’t only her feet I was in love with, but I gave it my
best to not let her notice it. Next day was supposed to be a peaceful, worship-free
day because I worked so hard on the shopping-street, Rebecca asked me if I felt like
going to the beach. Seeing her in her black bikini wasn’t something I could let slip,
and relaxing at the beach was an alluring idea, so an hour later, we sat there close to
the shore, weather with sunlight so beautiful you couldn’t write it more pleasant. It
was hot, but not so hot to make it unbearable, Rebecca’s black bikini only covered
her most-important parts, which was provocative on itself and produced a lot of
shaking heads, I for myself just found her to be stunning, wearing my silly white
swimming trunks she constantly mocked me for. There weren’t that many people at
the beach Rebecca chose, it was a bit more secluded from the tourist-areas, so we
were about twenty people around here. After one or two hours, Rebecca was laying
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in the water with her diving goggles​ ​and looked for small animals when she
eventually waved towards me with a smile.
“Yepp, what is it Captain?” I responded with a deep, silly voice while walking towards
her.
“You should try that too. I found a lot of pretty stones and small water creatures even
here at the beach.”
“If you say so…” I shrugged, took the goggles from her and laid down at the shore,
head towards the ocean, and lowered my head into the water. Before I could see
anything, I felt how my head was pressed down, forced deeper into the water, I
immediately wanted to struggle and free myself but I realized it was Rebecca’s foot
which was standing on my head, so I restrained myself with all my strength and tried
to hold my breath. She took her foot off, I raised my head and took a deep breath in,
when she stomped me into the water again, longer this time. Her foot allowed me to
draw breath again after ten seconds, I hastily tried to take a deep breath when her
next stomping came, I was dunked in the water under her powerful foot, the right to
breathe taken away by my mistress. After she let me raise my head from the water
the third time she gave me a few seconds to collect myself. I breathed heavily and
managed to look up to her, Rebecca was standing directly in front of me. She was
grinning satisfied.
“You didn’t really think I would just let you relax here at the beach without doing
what’s your most important task in life, right?”
She expected an answer, I gathered my breath and managed a lousy
“No… m-mistress…”
“Cool, then it’s okay.” I knew what would happen, but I still couldn’t react or take a
deep breath. She dunked her foot on the back of my head again, I was mercilessly
stomped into the water, even though I didn’t want to, my body shivered and jerked,
my head was instinctively trying to break free to get life-saving breath, but my
mistress wouldn’t let me. She had locked my head tightly under her foot, and only
she decided if I would live or die. After twenty or so seconds water entered my mouth
and everything went black, just in that moment Rebecca freed me, my head jerked
over water and I breathed in heavily and greedily, my lungs burning like hell before
collapsing completely on the shore, barely able to keep my mouth over water.
Rebecca giggled gently, and supported me by placing her toes under my chin,
thereby making me look into her eyes and protecting my face from the water.
“You belong to me. Only I decide when you breathe and when you don’t, foot slave.
Is that clear?”
Her cold, amused cruelness was serious, there was no humor in it, and I responded
to it naturally to avoid further punishment.
“Yes, mistress…”
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“Good boy. Suck my toes.”
She stopped supporting my chin and instead hovered them before my mouth, I
opened it and took them all in at once, sucking the water, sand and grimm off them.
Only now did I notice the confused and amused faces around us who were probably
thinking we were some kind of sick couple. Well, we were, in a sense. Rebecca
didn’t pay them any mind, and was only focused on the training of her slave-pet in
front of her. I sucked her dirty, round toes multiple times, all together and individually,
they tasted salty like the water and bitter from the mudd, but I couldn’t let show any
displeasure on my face. I didn’t succeed in that.
“​Ohhhh​ sorry slave, are my feet not to your liking today?”
Rebecca mocked me smirking, pulling them out of my mouth.
“N-no, I’m sorry mistress, I just-”
“Shut up.” She ordered me with a dead-serious, clear tone, and I went silent
instantly.
“Don’t worry, I make them delicious for you again…” my mistress whispered in an
emotionless voice, turned around and walked towards our blankets and the parasol.
I could see her sitting down and crossing her feet in front of her, her big, beautiful
soles covered in sand and dirt. I gulped. But she stared at me sourly, waiting with
patience. I had no choice. Under the eyes of more than a dozen people I crawled
towards her on all fours, and when I arrived, I buried my head in the sand.
“I’m sorry, mistress. I’m truly, deeply sorry. I know I misbehaved, and I swear I will-”
“I think I told you to shut up, slave pet.” Rebecca interrupted me, I looked her into the
eyes and her smile was cold, but told me she wasn’t really angry. She didn’t say
anything more, but I knew what I had to do. Without any more words, I moved my
head towards her feet and slowly started to lick the sand off her soft soles. It was
cold and stuffy, tasted liked salty, bitter dirt and was hard to swallow, but I DID
swallow every last bit of it, otherways my mistress wouldn’t forgive me. I lowered my
head under her divine soles, stretched my tongue out and freed it from the sand heel
to toes in a long, good lick, gathering a big portion of sand in my mouth, swallowing it
all as hard and disgusting as it was, and smiled gratefully. Rebecca watched me with
a pleased expression, so I hastily continued. I sucked her smeared, dirty toes
individually and wrapped my tongue around them, I took more than three minutes for
every toe, eager to clean every last grain of dust off them with the tip of my tongue,
and when I had finished them I sucked in between her toes. Sand, small stones and
appalling dirt gathered there, but I greedily took all in and swallowed it like an
incredible delicious meal to please my mistress, my goddess. When I had licked and
sucked her feet for an hour to the point where they were spotless and radiating clean
again, and there was not a single grain of sand left, I ​pleasurable licked the upper sides
of her feet to to make absolutely sure everything about them was perfect, after that I licked
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her ankles, sucked on them carefully, and licked up until her knees, kissed and cleaned
every inch of her legs as far as that, it was a rather sexual gesture, but I didn’t think of that at
all, I just wanted to make up for my mistake without fail, and Rebecca actually let me do it.
When my tongue and face reached her slender, yet athletic knees, I kissed them five or ten
times each, before lowering my head in front of her feet again, waiting for my next order.
Rebecca took her time saying anything, two or three minutes of silence passed, minutes I
grew more and more anxious, but finally she released me with a kind tone in her voice.
“You did well, foot slave. I know you didn’t mean it that way, and you made up for it like the
good, lowly slave dog you are, so I will not be displeased anymore. Are you happy?” She
voiced her last sentence in the lightest, sweetest tone she could muster, which was an
merciless effective one, and I immediately responded “Yes, mistress! Thank you, mistress!”
Rebecca chuckled and ordered me to massage her feet for the rest of our time her while she
read a book. I complied and massaged her soles with my hands, first the sides, then her
arches, I spinned my fingers slowly and strongly on them, to which Rebecca exhaled deeply,
her whole body visible relaxing. I carefully massaged her toes with my fingers too, treating
them like fragile, little beings who had to be handled with the utmost care, and as reward,
Rebecca throwed one of her whinegumes towards me now and then, and laughed hearty
when I catched them with my mouth. All in all, the end of our beach-session was relaxed and
peaceful again, much to my relieve.
With that, our special holidays ended, our first holidays as slave and mistress, and
when they had one lasting effect, than that Rebecca had a clear path on how to treat
me from now on. Oh, and… of course Natalie. But that, among other things, would
get relevant a bit later. Our story was close to involving other persons to an extend
where even now I would never have imagined it, but before that happened an event
so significant to me that I would, more than our holidays or our first christmas, never
forget it - The day I confessed to Rebecca.
Chapter 11 - Love Confession
After our holidays ended, many things changed. Now after one and a half years,
Rebecca and my relationship wasn’t a friendship anymore, she was my mistress and
I was her slave, and we just happened to like each other. We barely did anything
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together anymore aside from me worshipping her feet, and Rebecca nearly
completely stopped to call me Tom when we were alone, instead I was ​foot slave​,
slave pet​ or just ​slave.​ While this partly saddened me a bit, it was what I always
wished for, and as I said, Rebecca and I still liked each other, we still became closer
and she showed me her affection daily. Just… not in the way it used to be. My place
was under her feet now, and only under her feet. She also didn’t ask me if everything
that happened at our holidays was alright with me, or to precise, she never asked
that again, just as she didn’t ask me to try this or that again, or if we could do it this
way. When Rebecca wanted to do something with me, she just did, and I obeyed.
The relaxed, curious and carefree girl who wanted to have fun with me exploring my
foot fetish became a mistress who knew what she deserved, and how to use her
power over me. Two weeks after our holidays, in late summer, something significant
happened at a steaming-hot saturday. While Rebecca was out jogging with Nelly, I
was ordered to stay in her room, clean her socks of the last five days in my mouth
and smell her red boots all the time while doing so. I just had sucked the dirt and
sweat out of Rebecca's last, red sock when she came through the door of her room
breathing heavily and sweating like crazy, and closed it behind her. She walked
towards me and I lowered my face before her feet on the ground. She still had her
white-blue-jogging shoes on.
“Did you clean all of my socks thoroughly, slave?” She asked, a bit of exhaustion still
audible in her voice.
“Yes, mistress.” I answered, an placed the four pair of socks I had cleaned the last
fifty minutes in front of her feet nice and tidy. Rebecca inspected them for a few
seconds and placed her foot on my head then.
“Good boy. I hope your tongue’s still ready for more, it’s UNREAL hot outside
today… I made sure to get my feet in a good shape for my pet slave.” She giggled
maliciously, and I immediately answered ​yes mistress.​
“Great. You will worship my feet for many hours now, I’m in the mood for a looong,
awesome session, got it?” My mistress moved past me and slumped on her bed, I
turned around and nodded.
“Yes, mistress.”
“Start by licking my dirty shoes clean. I made extra sure to run through as much
mudd as I could, I hope you like it.”
She was right - The blue and especially the white parts of her sport shoes were
considerably darkened with brown and black dirt, Rebecca turned her left foot
provocative in front of my face and gestured towards it with her chin. I got closer to
her shoe and started. I licked her filthy, sticky sole with circling movements of my
tongue clean, and enclosed my lips around the especially crusted parts, just like my
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mistress trained me to. The taste was nauseating and a few months ago I might still
had had the urge to puke, but I got used to it by now and savored the grim taste of
her wonderful shoe-dirt. I sucked and chewed gently on her left sole and cleaned
more and more of the dirt, meanwhile Rebecca moved her right foot towards me and
placed it on my head to rest it comfortably.
“Be more eager at cleaning my sole, slave. I want to feel the excitement of the old
days with your licking, come on, hang in there.” Rebecca calmly ordered me while
giving my mouth a little push with her foot, and I murmured “​Yes, mistress.​”
I put even more passion in cleaning her shoe, I licked across her whole sole, spread
my saliva over it and made vulgar voices while doing so, only to lick and clean them
again and again from below to the top. I kissed the sides of her shoes many times for
long, long moments and took every single one of her shoe laces completely in my
mouth to suck them clean for ten seconds each. Rebecca’s poker face slowly turned
into a satisfied, cheerful smile as she supported her face with her left hand again, a
definite sign she was pleased.
“That’s the spirit, slave pet. Continue like that, and take your time.”
She didn’t bother to wait for my response but stuffed her left shoe into my mouth as
far as she could, I suppressed the reflex to gag and embraced her foot with both of
my hands to suck and lick it passionately in my mouth. Rebecca giggled about my
new-found enthusiasm, and that in return gave me even more motivation to please
my mistress.
“Don’t make my shoes too wet, I still have to use them, slave.”
“​Ymmf… mmmfftrff…”​ I licked the tip of her shoe one last time and carefully removed it
from my mouth, lifting it over my face to lick it from heel to toes very, very slowly and
carefully to finish her left foot. And of course I closed with a deep kiss on her shoe. I
looked at Rebecca hesitantly and she smirked a toothy smile.
“Other foot.”
Ten minutes later her shoes were cleaned and she ordered me to pull them off with
my teeth, which was no problem at all, her sweat-soaking, foul-smelling,
cheese-moist black socked feet were brought out, and I knew she would immediately
ramm then in my face and mouth even before she did, and I was right. Rebecca
pushed the black, incredible wet toes of her one foot on my nose with all she had, as
if she wanted to crush it, while sinking her other foot deep into my mouth, almost
touching my throat with her stinky toes.
“Come on, foot slave, show me what you have learned beneath my wonderful feet.
Smell, lick and suck those perfect, filthy treasures like your life depends on it.”
She chuckled and pressed her toes on my face even harder, every breath I took was
filtered completely through the cheesy fabric of her socks while she wiggled her
other five toes around in my mouth like crazy, caressing my throat, cheeks and
tongue, crushing and dominating them. I followed her order and glided my tongue
over every inch of her sweaty black sock, I breathed through my nose heavily while
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sucking, took deep breaths to absorb all of her dirty, delicious smell and savored the
incomparable cheesy, sweet taste of her toes deep inside me while imagining how
Rebecca just ran for entire fifty minutes in those shoes and socks, the very socks
she forced into my mouth and face right now, while smiling her dominant, powerful
smile and observing how I worshipped her like the good, little dog I was. My pants
were bursting under the pressure, something my mistress of course noticed. Her
voice was amused, but calm and composed, when she spoke.
“Do not yet cum. I’ll decide when when you’re allowed to. Understood?”
To enforce her order she pushed the foot in my mouth a bit forward, it was so heavy
and deep inside me I couldn’t answer, so I just nodded.
“Keep smelling my toes.” She ordered, and I took the longest, strongest breath in a
long time, the salty, sweet, cheezy, foul, suffocating smell of her socks penetrated
my nose and senses and stronged my helpless addiction of her feet even further. I
sucked and licked every toe and her black sole, and greedily swallowed not only the
dirt and sweat but also the sock fuzz I collected in my mouth. It took a whole twenty
minutes before she removed her foot from my mouth, I was jerking a bit and
breathing deeply and hastily with my mouth, I was visible exhausted. Rebecca
smiled at me for a few seconds before forcing her other foot in my mouth while I had
to smell her wet, saliva-soaked toes now. I cleaned and finished it, but Rebecca
wasn’t done with me yet, not by far.
“Take off my socks and massage my feet with your tongue for an hour. Take
especially good care of between my toes, these filthy, disgusting spots could need a
bit of love.”
“Yes, mistress.” Rebecca already had her wet socks crossed in front of my face, so
there was no time to relax. I pulled them off her feet and was again hit by another
wave of puking stench. Even after twenty minutes of sucking her socks like crazy,
her wondrous, astonishing naked feet were still gleaming with sweat and yellow
cheese, her smeary soles were even smoother than usually, and begged to get
licked and cleaned. I started with taking both of her feet in my hands and slowly
kissing every one of her toes, Rebecca had painted them black today what made
them even more beautiful. I then kissed the sides and ups of her feet before licking
the thick layer of sweaty cheese off her soles, which actually almost tasted like a
bitter, sweet version of the yellow food. Rebecca turned and hovered her feet as
always, so I made sure to lick every inch of them spotless, before I got to her real
order and massaged them with my tongue. I pushed and whirled the space between
her toes with it where her fresh foot-cheese was as thick as to be almost visible, I
took it all in my mouth and collected it in my cheeks until I had both of her feet
cleaned from it, then I swallowed the foot-cheese gratefully down, the salty sensation
prickled in my throat and it was heavenly.
“Keep going, or I will punish you, slave pet. My feet are for you to worship, not to fill
your belly.” Rebecca commented, hiding her amusement.
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“Yes… mistress…” I massaged her feet and toes for an entire hour now, not
stopping for a single second, while rebecca relaxed reading a book of her and wrote
with some friends on her handy. I took her toes in my mouth, first individually, then
two and then three at once, I kissed them again and again and sucked on her
ankles, eventually she ordered me to lay my head back in my neck before her bed, I
did and she placed her heel in it, without saying anything I sucked on it with
pleasure, she moved her foot back and forth, but always let her heel reside between
my lips, until Rebecca decided to place the rest of her feet in my mouth like this too,
so I sucked on her soles, toes and ankles from below too, until her entire two feet
were soaked like she had dipped them into water. My mouth on the other hand was
more dry than anytime else in the past few months, the taste and smell of her feet,
socks and shoes were stuck inside me and my strength slowly left me. It was easier
to just lick her feet a whole night when Rebecca was asleep, but her dominating me
constantly was exhausting, as it should be. I had to stay concentrated. My mistress
lowered all of her ten toes giggling into my mouth and hugged them with each other,
I sucked on every single one and all of them together before she finally was satisfied
for the moment and kicked me lightly back, causing me to fall on the ground, laying
on my back. I breathed heavily, and I could see Rebecca did too, but she also
grinned happily.
“You still get better with your work down there, slave boy.”
“Thank you very much... mistress… it’s just because of your training…”
“You’re right with that.” The younger girl responded and jumped off her bed, standing
above me again. “But now you deserve a little refreshment.”
She had a water bottle in her hand, opened it and drank a big, long sip from it. She
looked down on me smirking her warm, deceptive smile and spewed it all on my face
a second later. I coughed for a few seconds, but it was doubtless welcome and
mixed up with my beloved mistress’s saliva, which made it even better.
“Was it refreshing? I mean, you look refreshed if I’m not blind.”
“Yes… it was… thank you so much, mistress.” I answered and smiled at her, which
gave me an honest smile of Rebecca back. They grew rare by now, so that made me
happy.
“But you didn’t drink too much of it, here… let me give you some more. Open up!”
The brown-haired girl ordered me, I did and she sticked only her toes into my mouth,
spreading my lips with them, to pour the rest of the water on her foot, running into my
mouth. It was unbearable hot and stuffy inside her room and I felt like I just ran a
marathon, so I hastily gulped it down. When I had finished Rebecca took fer foot out
of my mouth and placed it on my chest. She gave me a minute of silence and
recovering, just smiling at me like a well-behaving pet.
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“Now that you got some of your strength back, Tom…” , I flinched, and looked up in
Rebecca’s face with wide eyes. It had been two weeks since she last called me that
alone, and her voice was light, kind and caring, “... do you feel like playing a game?”
Rebecca cocked her head a bit to the side, and she couldn’t manage to hide her
delight at my lowered eyebrows of scepsis.
“Don’t look at me like that, slave pet… just because you’re mine doesn’t mean I can’t
include you in the decisions sometimes anymore, right? I decide what you decide
and what not. It’s my privilege as your owner...”
My expression relaxed and I sighed a bit, but didn’t let my guard down, I was still in
service of my mistress right now.
“Yes, mistress.”
“So, do you feel like playing a game, foot slave?”
“Yes, mistress.”
“Cool!” She smiled and clapped in her hand once. “So, it goes like this… since you
are still the filthy, lowly, primitive slave animal you always were, you want to cum to
my divine, mesmerizing feet so, soo badly… I could help you with that.”
She moved her foot a bit down from by chest and I got nervous. Was she serious?
“But I would have more fun suffocating you with my powerful foot to see you struggle
as long as I please.” Rebecca moved her foot on my chest again.
“You will decide what it’ll be. I ask you simple questions. Answer honestly, or else I’ll
punish you really, really severe.” The second half of her sentence wasn’t
accomendated by a smile or a girlish voice, it was dead-serious and the glim in her
pretty, green-gray eyes told me Rebecca was too.
“If the answer is yes, I move my foot a few inches up. If it’s not, it goes down. Deal?”
She moved her foot towards my left hand and wiggled it a bit like she wanted me to
shake it, it was such a silly, absurd gesture that only Rebecca could come up with it,
I suppressed a laugh and relaxed a bit, shaking her foot.
“Yes, mistress.” She moved her foot onto my chest again and smirked happily,
seemingly relieved to my surprise.
“That’s great, Lauren from Norway recommended this game to me because she
found out the most interesting things about her slaves like that, so I wanted to try it
too.”
I didn’t answer, but tried to show with my eyes and expression that I was ready.
Rebecca understood and nodded.
“Question one - Are you completely, regretlessly happy with your life right now,
slave?”
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No humor in her tone. It was the voice I heard every time when she talked to me
about her problems, before and after I became her slave. This game would be
serious. I didn’t think about the answer for more than two seconds, no matter the
consequence.
“Yes, mistress.”
Rebecca’s lips turned up and she nodded slowly, before moving her foot a bit
upwards. I knew how hardcore Rebecca would act when she said she wanted to
watch me suffocate, so I wanted to avoid that if possible, but I couldn’t lie to her.
“Question two - Are my feet truly the most beautiful, perfect and wonderful feet you
have ever seen, including every foot porn you watched in your life?
Think hard about it.”
The question confused me, but Rebecca still looked down on me earnestly, so I
thought about it. I wanted to be honest, so I thought about beautiful, female feet I
had seen yet. There were many pretty ones among them. But Rebecca’s feet… were
big and long, but not too large. her toes were round and chubby, but not too short.
The colour of her feet was peachy, the perfect tone, not too light and not too dark.
Every inch of the skin on her feet was smooth, and her shape was just beyond
amazing. There was no doubt.
“Yes, mistress.”
I could see how Rebecca was seriously contended about my answer, she exhaled
and smiled a bit wider, I could see she was proud about her feet, what gave me an
incredible gentle, warm feeling in my chest. She moved her feet a bit upwards to my
neck.
“Question three - … Do you want to be my foot slave, and absolutely nothing but my
foot slave, for the entire rest of your life?”
I gulped. Hard. I couldn’t believe what Rebecca just said. That was definitely from
some fetish-fiction she read. And there it made sense. Because it was fiction. This
here was reality. I… I never thought about the long-term-consequences of our
relationship. I was completely stunned, and Rebecca noticed it.
“Lauren already recommended to me months ago to ask you this question. To make
our bond permanent. She did it with both of her slaves only after a year, and now
their names are tattooed on both of her feet, while they have a tattooed
Foot slave of Mistress Lauren​ collar on their necks. Isn’t that… like, completely
hardcore?”
I didn’t know what to answer to that. Yes, that was harcore. I didn’t know this Lauren
who was Rebecca’s fetish-friend since a long time by now, but obviously she took
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this fetish-thing deadly serious… and here I was, thinking I’m an expert, and stuff like
this only happens in fiction.
“I want us to make this forever, slave. I love having a foot slave. I like you, even
more than a year ago. I love getting my feet worshipped daily, constantly, whenever I
feel like. I don’t think I want to give that up ever again. And you just told me you’re
happy as it is. You could spend your life with me, if you wish to. Beneath my feet,
where you belong… but with me. Then our relationship isn’t limited from our
study-time.
So what do you say... will you stay my foot slave every single day for the rest of your
life?”
Rebecca smiled and grinded her left foot on my neck a bit, wiggling her toes towards
me. She just offered me to worship her feet my entire life. It was every fetishists
dream and more than that, I could be with the person I loved. I would never live a
normal life again, and would have to abandon all of my other dreams… but did that
matter in the all-powerful and breath-taking beauty of Rebecca’s feet and her
charme? I wanted to be with her one and half a year ago when she offered to do this
with me regularly. No, even before that. But was I already willing to give everything
up?
“I am happy you became my foot slave, Tom. I am happy you breathed two times in
my sock back then carelessly. It was the best thing that ever happened in my life.”
That was the finishing blow.
“Yes, mistress. I will submit to you completely, and be your lowly foot slave pet for
the rest of my life until I die.”
It had to be a dream what I just said. But it wasn’t. Rebecca’s genuine, cute, relieved
smile was real. She moved her foot up to my chin and just smiled at me. Smiled at
me without saying anything. And I smiled back. Who the fuck cares. I felt great right
now, and I felt great the last fifteen months. And I could make Rebecca happy. Why
not continue that forever? I smiled back at her, grateful, friendly, encouraging. Two
minutes passed, eventually she said “Alright. It’s decided then. You truly will never
stop worshipping my feet again.”
“Yes, mistress.”
She moved her foot over my lips, her delicate toes gently touching and caressing
them. Then her smile disappeared, and she looked serious again.
“Last question - Remember, answer honestly, slave pet. You are truly mine now, and
can never escape my feet again, so you better are honest.” I nodded, and Rebecca
kept staring me into the eyes with an odd, dreamy expression. Then she asked it.
“Do you love me?”
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Everything stopped, the world around me turned black and white. It felt like I was in a
cheesy B-movie, I could hear my heart exploding, then stopping for a second, only to
burst again. Cold sweat was accumulating on my forehead. Of course she knew. I
was so stupid. How could she not? We were together more than three years now,
and Rebecca was one of the most intelligent, social and emotional-aware people I
ever met, so of course she noticed how I looked at her. Not only her feet, but her.
I couldn’t answer. I was stunned in shock. Rebecca’s expression didn’t change in the
slightest.
“I’ll ask again… do you love me?”
“I… I don’t know what to say…”
“You don’t know?​ Why?”​ Rebecca’s voice was maddening soft and gentle, and that
was complete calculation on her part. After she just effectively made me her will-less
property for life, she played with me cruelly to show me my place.
“It’s… a hard question…”
“Oh really? I found it to be quite easy. Do you love me, yes or no?”
Rebecca didn’t give me any room for escapes. She cornered me emotionally,
trapped me brutaly and knew what I would answer, but wanted me to say it
nonetheless. In our over three years lasting friendship and more than a year lasting
slave-mistress-relationship at this point, this was the very first thing she ever did I
perceived as truly cruel. But I was her slave. I had to obey her. She stared into my
eyes mercilessly and I had a lump stuck in my throat. Her dominating toes were
pressing on my lips now, I could still smell the fragrance of her foot as I looked into
her eyes. My heart hurt, I felt terrible and sad and had to hold back one or two tears
only mere moments after my happiest moment in life until now.
“Answer me. Do you love me?”
Her voice grew impatient, and she intensified the pressure on my lips. Only when I
was about to answer, Rebecca took her foot of my face to hover it over my lips.
“........... Yes….. mistress……”
“What? Say it again, I couldn’t hear it clearly.”
“.... I love you....”
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“You truly are a worthless dog, huh? Can you speak in sentences?”
And this was the point where I was gratulating myself for creating a monster.
A wonderful, beautiful, lovable, dominant, kind one, but a monster nonetheless.
Good job, Tom.
“I love you, mistress…”
My voice had to be teary. I never felt more pathetic than in this moment. I knew
Rebecca didn’t feel for me what I felt for her. I had no idea.
“​Ah​…” she nodded, but didn’t change her expression. Then she surprised me by
slowly lowering her waist until she sat on my chest, locking my head between her
knees and bringing her face close to mine. When Rebecca spoke again, she
whispered.
“That’s so cute… my cute, little foot slave loves me since I moved into his apartment,
and even more since he may serve under my feet… isn’t that lovely?”
I didn’t expect what happened next, but then again, I didn’t expect anything that
happened today. Rebecca embraced my face with both of her hands and kissed me.
Kissed me long and deeply. She forced her tongue into my mouth and wrapped it
around mine, she sealed my lips with hers and closed her eyes while she
french-kissed me for more than a minute. I closed my eyes too and just let it happen.
I had no choice anyways, being trapped between her legs and hands, but I never felt
better. I came. I couldn’t stop it, so I came. Rebecca noticed it, released my lips and
pulled a long line of spit between our mouths along with her. Then she smirked at
me.
“I might have given you a chance once… you were cute, and smart, and funny. But
now you’re just my lowly foot slave, my worthless pet, my usable thing. And I would
never date a thing, right? But don’t worry, slave… you will forever… and ever… and
ever...
be under my feet.”
Rebecca stood up, smiled at me warmly and hovered her foot over my mouth.
“I won.”
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Chapter 12 - Natalie
My story with Rebecca, the last two years which changed both of our lives
completely, is close to coming to an end. There are two more important events that
happened to me in the last four months, and these were connected to the other three
foot-mistresses I worshipped in that time. The one which once was my friend and
truly thought of me as nothing but a plaything anymore, Nelly, the one that,
surprising enough, became my only remaining friend soon, Natalie, and the one
which showed me true domination and teached me absolute obedience, Lauren. But
let’s go step by step. After I confessed to Rebecca, our friendship was gone for
good. It wasn’t something terrible, it was just replaced with our new relationship, and
from this point on to this day, Rebecca didn’t call me ‘​Tom’​ ever again. We didn’t do
anything together anymore, only me worshipping her, doing all of her homework,
cleaning her room, doing all of Rebecca’s tasks in our apartment and giving her
almost all of my money monthly. I had no use for it anymore, I was her foot slave,
and my purpose and only happiness was serving her. Two weeks after that, Nelly,
our room-mate and Rebecca’s best friend, split up with Ray, our other roomie, who
was my buddy before I became Rebecca’s property. In the consequence, he moved
out and Nelly was devastated. Rebecca comforted her for days, caressed her, took
care of her, and eventually they kissed, slept with each other and got together. As
surprising as this was for me even though I had always suspected Rebecca was bi,
the main change for me was that Rebecca almost immediately told Nelly about our
relationship, and that I was her foot slave. It was pure embarrassment, but that
quickly disappeared when Rebecca told her girlfriend that she would be my mistress
from now on too, and that I would gladly worship Nelly’s feet daily if she liked me to.
At first Nelly was hesitating, still knowing me as her friend and roommate, but after a
few sessions, she had learned to enjoy it, and knew how to use her feet to dominate
me. The beautiful redhead had much smaller feet than Rebecca, with long, skinny
toes, but her skin was incredible smooth, her soles were like soft pillows and rarely
smelled. It was one evening, Rebecca was cooking dinner for Nelly and her in the
kitchen, while I was laying in front of our couch in the living room, Nelly sitting above
me and smiling her gentle smile while she carefully rubbed her feet through my face.
“Becky?” She called out to my mistress without taking her breath-taking, blue eyes
from me.
“Yes, love?”
“What nice could I do for our well-behaving pet? He looks so pathetic right now, I
want to spoil him somehow…” Nelly cooked her head and winked at me, I couldn’t
help but avoid my eyes in embarrassment.
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“Force your toes into his mouth. Make him suck every single one of them to
experience their delicious taste.”
“You really have the best ideas. Love you!”
“Love you too, Nel!”
I didn’t have any time to marvel at their cute exchange, Nelly pressed her slender
toes on my lips, I opened my mouth and she immediately did as Rebecca suggested
and forced all of her five toes into my mouth, trapping my tongue between them and
using it to clean the bit dirt and sweat even her feet had, off.
“Enjoy it, slave. You don’t get to suck my precious toes as deep as that every day.”
Nelly giggled in her girlish, innocent manner. She was completely different from
Rebecca in her behavior towards me - While Rebecca was a natural-sadist and
self-thought mistress, Nelly still saw me as Tom, only a lowly, worthless version of
Tom which was the pet of her and her girlfriend. She was less cruel, less severe in
her orders and domination of me, which was a nice change now and then. I sucked
her toes in my mouth and looked her into the eyes while doing so, as she always
ordered me to. Nelly wanted to feel the power she had over me with only her feet.
“Want some more soles?”
“Yff…. mffr-”
“Thought so!” Nelly laughed and moved her entire left foot into my mouth, pressing
her soft sole on my tongue, while she fixated my head with her other foot between
her legs.
“Lick it , slave. Lick my soft, perfect sole and don’t forget to suck my toes. This is
YOUR dinner for today, and if you’re a good boy, maybe Rebecca will be kind
enough to give you some feet-approved remains of her awesome cooking.”
I did as ordered and moved my tongue around her foot, sucked on it with my cheeks
and placed kiss for kiss on her sole. When Nelly was satisfied, she removed her foot
from my mouth and placed both of them on my face, leaned back on the couch and
sighed deeply.
“... If only I had known sooner from the unique relationship both of you have…
I would have wasted less time on this asshole Ray, and could have experience your
tongue on my tired feet after a long day at uni much sooner…”
“You know it now.” Came a gentle voice from behind, before Nelly could move, pink,
pale lips were lowered from above on her mouth, Rebecca gave her girlfriend a
deep, almost a minute lasting reverse-french-kiss, eventually my mistress sat down
next to Nelly and they started to hug each other. When Rebecca separated her
smiling lips from her a few years older girlfriend, Nelly was a pure mess.
“Haah… .waah… fuuck… Rebecca…. why… why are you so good at this….?”
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Rebecca shrugged, and kissed Nelly immediately another time before she played
with her red hair a bit and answered.
“That’s my love towards you.”
“Cheesy… as fuck.”
They laughed, Rebecca casually placed her white-socked feet next to Nelly’s
beautiful, naked feet on my face, massaging my nose with her toes. I knew what to
do and started sniffing in her socks. Rebecca had brought the dinner for her and
Nelly, and when they started eating they did what they always did ad the dinner table
since they were together. Nelly forced her left foot into my mouth, Rebecca her right
foot, they filled up my entire throat, and moved their toes strongly, but that wasn’t
enough, they even placed their other foot on my nose too. Then they would stay like
this for the entire dinner, forcing me to taste and smell their divine feet while I was
listening to them eating, chatting and kissing. After that they would usually watch
some movie or play a video game while I kneeled in front of the couch, licking all four
of their feet. Now and then Nelly or Rebecca threw a wine gum or another snack at
me or made me eat it from between their toes. When they took a bath together, they
had sex, and I was ordered to suck and clean their feet over the edge of the
bath-hub while they were at it. Even worse were the many, many nights when both
girls who used to be my beloved friends fucked each other in bed, and I was ordered
to kneel in front of it and lick their sweaty feet the entire time. I had to listen to
Rebecca, the Rebecca I loved and was rejected by, moaning and enjoying herself,
and I knew it amused her to no end. While my heart broke completely more and
more with every time, I eventually got used to it and learned to enjoy living with my
two mistresses. This was what I chose. I couldn’t only get the good parts and think
that’s fine, I had to accept the consequences too. Now that there was no need for my
mistress and me to hide our relationship anymore, our apartment was an around the
clock-worshipping zone. The first thing in the morning I did was licking and sucking
my mistress’ and Nelly’s feet to wake them, the last thing in the evening was
massaging them after they had sex until they fell asleep. I did outright all work in the
apartment, be it cleaning, purchasing our daily needs, serving them drinks and
snacks or cooking for them, Rebecca and Nelly just let themselves get served by
their slave, and didn’t lift a finger anymore when they were home. Eventually, they
graduated from uni, and so did I, barely. While Nelly soon fulfilled her dream and
started working as a teacher, Rebecca, who had by far better notes as Nelly and me,
applied to a biology-laboratory and was immediately accepted. I was ordered to take
a simple job from my Home office, which paid well, but made me leave our
apartment even less, and all my money went directly to Rebecca anyways. As a
reward, she thought about something new delicious I was allowed to lick off her feet
every payday. That was nice. I was happy, in a way. I lived the life every fetishist
ever dreamed of. Sometimes, wenn Nelly was a bit drunk or Rebecca was in the
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mood for something more rough, they would both sit on me naked, Nelly or Rebecca
directly on my face, and start kissing each other furiously for one or two hours. I was
ordered to lick their pussies or assholes in the meantime, and they were just as
delicious as their feet, especially since they grew more and more wet in the process
of loving each other. Sometimes Rebeca just felt like sitting on the lower half of my
face and smiling down on me for a while, looking at the slave she broke, she owned,
and which was her devoted best friend once. She was of course still kind towards me
in her own way, and I still loved her, but we both knew we would never be friends
again.
Thus, our happy days as a couple and their slave continued, until Rebecca and Nelly
wanted to go on their first holidays to norway. Rebecca wanted to visit her friend
Lauren, and Nelly had always loved the scandinavian nature. But while I usually was
always with my mistresses, this time Nelly didn’t want me around, not because she
was annoyed of me but because she wanted to be all alone with Rebecca for once,
as she explicitly told me. Rebecca agreed, so they thought about what to do with me
for the one week, they didn’t want to leave their pet all alone, even though I was 24
years old…
“Ah, got it. Let me make a call.” was Rebecca’s answer eventually, her cunning smile
and the hidden joy in her voice heightened my nervosity. And therefore I wasn’t that
surprised when one week later, Natalie from that small city at the baltic sea stood
before me, grinning down on me and hugging her friend Rebecca. She was the
punkish girl which we met when we were on our holidays there, and she seemingly
had agreed to live in our apartment for a week with me, taking care of their slave.
Now that I had time to observe Natalie calmly, I noticed how stunning she was for
her young twenty. She still was the punkish, alternative girl I remembered her to be,
only that her hair wasn’t blue like the ocean anymore, but of a darker, turquoise tone,
and she had shortened it so it was shoulder-long now. She had black piercings on
her nose, lips and under her right eye, her green eyes and pink lips only
strengthened her beauty even more. And she was extremely pale. Natalie wore old,
shabby chucks, the same she wore back then I believe.
“So, anything I should know, Becky?” She asked relaxed when Rebecca and Nelly
were about to leave while petting my head like that of a dog. Rebecca had just
finished putting on her bloody red-boots when she turned around and smiled at me
with her awe-inspiring charme.
“Make him worship your feet as much as possible. Don’t let him forget he belongs to
you, and only to you for a week now. Drown him in your stench and sweat so he’s
prepared when Nelly and I come back.”
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“Sure can do.” Natalie grinned and joined Rebecca in looking down to me.
“Oh, and if he misbehaves in any way, please punish him severe. I told you of some
of the methods I use already, so…”
“Sure, leave it to me!” Natalie nodded confidently, Rebecca hugged her again and
then she moved over to me. She kneeled down to be on eye-height with me, we
looked each other in the eye’s for a minute before she cooked her head and curled
her lips a bit.
“I expect my devoted foot pet to do a good job and be a nice boy, understood?”
“Yes, mistress.” I answered immediately. Rebecca’s smile grew more satisfied, and
she also pettet me, but differently from Natalie, more… affectionate.
“Good slave. Maybe I’ll bring you a souvenir, some norwegian socks or anything of
the sort… would you be happy about that?”
“Yes, mistress!” I answered honestly. Any form of kindness from Rebecca towards
me was a reason for joy. She giggled and stood up again.
“I will miss your pathetic worships this week… but don’t worry, we’ll make it up
afterwards. Enjoy your new mistress.”
“Yes, mistress.”
And with that, Rebecca and Nelly left, and I was alone with Natalie, which was
almost a complete stranger to me. She smiled down at me and shrugged.
“You fetish people really are a curious lot.”
I didn’t really know what to answer, so I just looked on my knees.
“Come on, don’t give me the silent treatment! Tom... was it?!”
I looked at her surprised. I didn’t hear that name for quite a while, and when Natalie
saw my expression, she outward laughed.
“Yes I know, your name’s not ‘​fetish’​ enough anymore for Becky, but I’m not into this
whole slave-mistress-thing… even though I pretended to back then on that street.”
She walked towards me and also got down on her knees. Her smile was genuine
and warm.
“I was just having some fun back then, quoting all the cheesy fetish stuff I had ever
seen. And of course Becky told me not to use your name, instead only address you
as ‘slave’. But who gives a fuck? You belong to me for a week now, right? So it’s my
choice how to call you. Isn’t that right, Tom?”
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“..............”
“We can sit here for an hour, you know.” She said with unhidden amusement in the
voice.
“.... Yes, mistress.”
Natalie rolled her eyes.
“Right, that too. Don’t call me mistress again. It would be unfair if only I can use your
name. Cool?”
“... but…”
“My name’s not butt, it’s Natalie you airhead! Now… let’s not sit ‘round like dogs, I
want to take a look at your room. Would you show me around?”
I was perplexed and irritated, Natalie’s cheerfulness was even more light-hearted
than Rebecca’s when we started, but I got up and showed her my room as ordered.
She looked around a bit and nodded.
“I would have expected something more exciting. You know, like…”
“Fetish toys? Bondage-outfits? Questionable posters of questionable-aged women?”
“Yeah, like that!” Natalie giggled while pointing at me, then she bumped herself on
my bed and looked me in the eyes.
“Sit down in front of me if you like. Your floor looks comfortable enough.”
“...yes.”
I did as told and Natalie looked at me for a few moments, she seemed to muse
something over. Then she took a deep breath and began to speak.
“So, I don’t know if YOU know, but Rebecca and I became quite good friends. She
told me almost everything about what happened between the cute two of you, so I
knooow… things got pretty serious by now for you, huh? Not much love going
around anymore?”
My face immediately started to burn. I searched for my knees with my eyes, and
avoided an answer.
“You don’t have to talk about it, buddy. You still seem to be happy about it somehow,
so that’s fine, but I can’t imagine a break now and then wouldn’t be nice.”
“I…. don’t know….”
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“Listen”, Natalie said while bending forwards and resting her arms on her knees,
”I agreed to look for you for a week because I felt like getting my feet cared for a bit,
but also… because I’m sorry for you somehow. So I don’t know what you think, but if
you ask MEE, we can just have a chilled, awesome week, spend some time
together, go out and live, you know, the stuff Rebecca pretty much denies you by
now. Will stay between us, she wont know of it, promise.”
I was speechless. When we first met Natalie back then out in the public, she striked
to me as a confident, playful girl which liked to dominate someone for the first time,
but now I learned how kind-hearted and soft she was. I really didn’t know how to
respond to that.
“Say something Tom, pretty please?” She asked with a mixture of lightness and
uncertainty.
“I… I should definitely fulfill my responsibilities and worship you, but… if you think we
should go on about it in a more… relaxed fashion, I don’t think that would be a bad
thing.”
“Awesome.” Natalie nodded while scratching the back of her head.
“But just so you knoow… worshipping my cute, little feet won’t be a responsibility of
yours… I want you only to do it if you feel like. But as I said… I will make it worth
your time.” Natalie winked at me with a smile sweeter than everything I had seen in
the last weeks.
“Y-Yes… I really want to, mistr… Natalie.”
“Then let’s do that, fetish boy, in a calm, funny and enjoyable fashion.”
She sat back on the bed again.
“There you go!”
Natalie lifted both of her feet towards my shoulders and placed them there. Then she
hovered her left chuck in front of my face, her black sole was dirtied a bit and
smelled slightly.
“Would you like to lick my shoe clean?” She asked in a carefree manner. I smiled
back and nodded.
“I would love to.”
Instead of answering, the blue-green-haired girl moved her foot a bit further towards
my face, and I automatically extended my tongue and licked over her entire sole.
The taste was less grim and bitter than the one of Rebecca’s shoes, which was
probably because Natalie didn’t dirty them on purpose. I moved my tongue over her
rubber sole and enjoyed the slight, salty smell of her shoes while her other foot still
resided on my right shoulder.
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“You may pull my shoe off, if you want. I did put fresh socks on this morning, but
worshipping a nice, clean foot once in a while shouldn’t be so bad, right?”
“... yes...”
I pulled on her laces with my teeth and skilfully took her shoe off, Natalie’s face
showed positive surprise and she clapped a few times.
“Wow, that certainly was nice. This always looks so hard, pulling a shoe off with only
your teeth, but you’re good at this. Buuut... I guess you had enough time to train,
huh…?”
She had NO idea...
When her chuck dropped to the floor, a bright, blue sock with an almost clean sole
was revealed. Natalie wiggled her toes towards me like an invitation.
“Fresh from the shoes, waiting for you to give them some love with your hands, lips
and tongue… I hope you will enjoy it.”
“I have no doubt about that” I responded gratefully and sunk my nose into her sole,
taking a deep breath. Yes, it was something entirely different from Rebecca and
Nelly - no strong sweat, no foot cheese, just the natural, slightly salty fragrance of a
sock worn for half a day. While I smelled at Natalie’s foot, she gently moved it over
my face and nose, pushing her toes into my nostrils a bit, and caressing my cheeks
with her heel. Eventually she dropped the second shoe herself and pushed into my
face too.
“What would you like to do with my feet now, Tom?” She asked whispering.
“I… I would like to lick them…”
“I bet you would love to suck on my toes too… I even got a tattoo on my foot… do
you want to lick my tattoo?”
Her voice was playful and excited, not dominating like the one of my mistress, but
like a friend teasing me. It felt… strange, but incredible good in a way.
“If you’ll allow me to lick it, I will worship it with all my might!”
Natalie laughed, she scratched her cheek and threw a bubblegum into her mouth,
starting to chew on it audible.
“You are so eager… don’t worry, you don’t have to hold yourself back, lick those blue
soles and wet my socks a bit with your saliva. But be careful please, I’m ticklish.”
I immediately started to suck on her socked soles, and glided my tongue up and
down over them, their salty, pleasant taste spread on my whole tongue, I took turns
licking one foot while Natalie placed the other on my shoulder or caressed my nose
with it, I sucked every one of her toes for minutes, I could feel some rings unter the
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sock and I was excited to see what she wore. Natalie asked me if I wanted to lick
and suck the upper sides and heels of her feet to, which of course I agreed to. I
licked and kissed every inch of her feet, took her taste and fragrance completely in
an enjoyed worshipping a pair of beautiful, delicious feet out of my free will the first
time in months. What made it even better was Natalie’s enjoyment: She giggled,
laughed and smiled the entire time and had fun using her feet to play with me, just as
Rebecca in the beginning, but even more innocently.
“I said wet my socks a BIT, not completely drown them in your saliva, geez… but
well, I guess there’s nothing to do about it when you got cute feet like mine…”
She said with an ironic tone, and I agreed immediately, smiling.
“Nothing at all. Your wonderful feet are just that delicious.”
“And you’re not even at the skin. Want to change that?”
“Absolutely!”
I pulled her heavily worshipped socks off her feet, and saw her small, slender feet,
just as pale as her face, and just as beautiful. Even hotter, Natalie wore three toe
rings, a silver, skull-one at her left little toe, a black one around her right middle toe
and a bloody red one around her right big toe. She was wearing blue nail polish of
course, and on her left foot was a tattoo of a blue, thorny rose. Her feet were a piece
of art, nothing less. When she noticed my awestruck stare, Natalie giggled and
pulled her feet back a bit.
“If you stare like that you’ll make me blush, fetish boy… would you like to wreck my
feet so they don't look that nice and well anymore?”
“Y… yes!”
“Good!” Natalie laughed, “Then how about starting with sucking my toe-rings?”
I didn’t answer but wrapped my mouth around her skull-ring, sucked it together with
her toe multiple times, the metal taste mixed together with Natalie’s salty sweat,
creating a whole new sensation in my mouth that gave me goosebumps. When I was
done sucking her toe, I took her ring with my tongue off and played with it in my
mouth, cleaning and licking it from all sides.
“Please don’t swallow. I bet you said that a few times in the past yourself, and now
you’re the one getting it from a girl.”
I was so, so close to bursting out laughing, but with all my strength I contained
myself and thereby avoided suffocating on Natalie’s toe ring.
“Hey, I mean it! The ring would be gone for a few hours, and almost even worse, you
would probably die and I would have to explain that to Becky.”
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I enjoyed her amused voice and started sucking on her red and black ring simultany,
eventually taking them both in my mouth until I collected all three of them. I washed
and cleaned them while the punkish girl rested her feet on my face, and after five
minutes I placed them before her feet with my lips.
“Good job. I hope you liked the taste.”
“I absolutely loved it, thank you!”
“No problem, buddy. Love the taste of my cute toesies too?”
Natalie placed her toes on my lips, I opened my mouth and sucked on them
together, then individually, sucked on her blue toenails and eventually on her soles
too, her soft, pale soles, which fitted into my mouth completely, I accidently tickled
Natalie one or two times and apologized for it, but she was incredible relaxed and
didn’t mind. I licked between her toes, cleaned the sock-fuzz off and swallowed it
greedily, Natalie wanted me to lick and suck between them again and again to see
how often I would do it before getting tired, and after thirty times she laughingly gave
up. I licked her soles again too, and she started to move her foot around my tongue
herself, using it like a licking-tool. When I worshipped her feet for almost two hours,
she suggested watching some TV. I already wanted to lay down before the couch,
but she insisted on me sitting next to her. So I did, and she asked if she could put all
of her ten toes in my mouth the entire time. I agreed, and for two or three hours,
sucked on her toes in my mouth constantly, now and then she would move them a
bit or touch my cheeks from the inside, I could see she really enjoyed the warmth of
my mouth.
When we finished watching a movie, Natalie slowly removed her feet from my mouth
and whipped my saliva off my face.
“You really DO love the taste of my toes, huh? That must have been more than two
hours…”
“I do.” I simply responded while smiling shyly.
“How good are they compared to the one of your mistress?” Natalie asked
maliciously. I was surprised by the question and avoided her grinning expression for
a moment.
“I know it’s a mean question, but you don’t have to take it that serious, don’t worry.”
“No, I want to. The toes of my mistress are probably the most delicious thing I ever
tasted or will taste in my life, and I can never get enough of them, but your feet are
heavenly too.”
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Now it was Natalie’s part to be dumbstruck, before she smiled her warm smile again.
“You really are into this with your whole heart huh? But hey, you DID pledge your life
to her, so…”
We both giggled a bit about the awkward situation, before Natalie proposed for us to
cook something together. For the rest of the day I didn’t worship her feet, we just had
some fun together. The rest of the week went likewise. Natalie didn’t want to
dominate me, she wanted to have fun with me, like it was with Rebecca at the
beginning. She pitied me, and wanted to give me some harmless worshipping for
once again, something that I wouldn't have expected in a thousand years. In this
seven days, I worshipped her feet a few times, but it was always of my own accord,
and only as long as I felt like. Natalie really was one of the kindest and most pleasant
persons I had ever met. We visited the park and made a picnic there, and when I
asked her if I could eat a piece of the cake from her foot, she didn’t hesitate for a
second to stomp on my piece grinning and smear her foot with it completely, even
though there were people around us. I licked and sucked her foot clean for over thirty
minutes, it was delicious. As a bonus, she even poured some fruit juice from her leg
directly into my mouth while I laid on the ground. There were some reactions from
the people around us, but none of us did care for them. Natalie came up with the
idea of going into a library and hiding in a remote corner, where I took her socked
feet into my hand and kissed and massaged them for one or two hours while she
read a book, every time someone went by I had to quickly pretend to only massage
the feet of a friend, which made Natalie laugh suspiciously more than once. Aside
from my fetish, we talked a lot about each other. Natalie knew Rebecca’s and my
story from her, but she was interested in my perspective too, and it didn’t bother me
much to tell her. I learned that she had a boyfriend, but they both were open and
okay about them having some kinky fun with other persons now and then. She also
told me she was actually french, but moved to germany with her family as a little girl,
hence she had almost no audible accent. The week felt like we actually became
friends, not just two people having fun with a foot fetish.
At the last day, it was a sunday afternoon, Natalie was watching some anime at TV, I
was sitting next to her. She had her feet placed on my lap and I gently kissed them
every few seconds, kissed her soles, her heels, and between her toes. I loved every
single kiss, and so every last one of them was passionate and honest, I wanted to
show her my gratitude for her kindness. Natalie knew that, and it was part of why she
relaxed and enjoyed it so much. She asked me if I could suck on her tattoo for a bit,
which I gladly did. Eventually she made some photos from me worshipping her feet,
with my consent, as a memory. She even shot a selfie from us, kissing me on the
cheek. It was a strange week, a curious week, and a week in freedom that would be
rare for the rest of my life. When the time Rebecca and Nelly would be home soon
came closer, Natalie asked me for one last, thorough worship-session that would
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burn her cute feet forever into my senses and would make her never forget her
favorite fetish boy, as she said it.
She made me lay down in front of the couch, pulled her black socks off and stuffed
them into my mouth with her feet, she asked me to suck them thoroughly if I feel like,
and massaged my face with her naked soles while doing so. While I played around
with her socks in my mouth, her soft, pleasant soles caressed and rubbed over my
whole face, and I could see her gentle lips smiling satisfied about the past seven
days.
“Do my socks taste good, even though I didn’t wear them for long?”
“mhh…”
“Oh that’s right, you cant talk with them filling your mouth. My bad.”
She played an affected giggle, and I couldn’t help but show a little grin myself before
she already covered my face with her blue toes again. She rubbed her big toe into
my nose, very gentle so she would not hurt me, but this way she ached the fragrance
of her very feet, no sweat, no dirt, just the smell of her body, into me.
“Let me remove those…”
She pulled her socks out of my mouth with her toes and hovered them over my lips.
“Do you want to taste them one last time?”
“Please.”
“Okay…” Natalie smiled, I opened my mouth and she lowered her foot, allowing me
to suck her slender, beautiful toes.
“Do they taste good? Will you remember them, Tom?”
“Mhh… mgh…. off… curff…”
“I’m glad! Describe their taste to me.” She ordered without wanting to order, honest
curiosity in her voice. Natalie also withdrew her feet to let me speak, something
Rebecca surely wouldn’t have done.
“... They taste only a bit salty, and not bitter or sweet from any dirt or sweat… they’re
soft, and pleasant, and I think they taste great, I’m happy that I’m able to worship
them.”
“Mh, maybe I’ll have to try licking a cute girl’s feet for once too… I’m not really into
feet, but can’t hurt to try, right? I WOULD ask Rebecca, but there’s a chance I get
addicted and enslaved by her too, so I’d rather not…”
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It was a mean joke about me, but her tone assured me it wasn’t meant as mocking,
her beaming, little smile would have forbidden me to be mad anyways.
Suddenly Natalie removed her foot and stood up, trapping my head between her
legs. She looked down at me only weakly smirking, and I stared back up right into
her eyes.
“I know you wanted this relationship with your friend Rebecca. I know - because I
experienced it for the last seven days - that you, Sir Tom, are a fucking dedicated
romantical fetish boy, who lives his sexuality as more than just a kink, and I’m pretty
sure you were serious when you dedicated your life to Becky.”
I wasn’t sure what she was getting to, but I knew she was serious right now.
“... yes.”
“So I’m happy for both of you, and now that I know you, I understand what Becky
loves about you. Because she does, you know? She loves you too, only not quite in
the same manner as you love her.”
I couldn’t say anything. I didn’t expect anything that emotional right now.
“She’s just more and more eager to not show it, because she wants you to be her
slave first and foremost. But don’t forget that, okay? She loves you. You’re not just a
thingie to her.”
“....... yes…”
“Still”, she shrugged, a quick smile going over her lips, “I kinda feel bad for you too. It
must have been hard, getting rejected like that just after pledging everything to her.
She certainly is a cruel chic…”
I avoided my eyes, because the memory of that moment crushed me inside. Natalie
seemed to pick it up, so she smiled at me apologetically and moved on.
“And I know she won’t treat you like before anymore. Maybe never again. In front of
you waits a life of being a slave, I guess. And while I know you’re kind of happy with
that, I also think it can and will be sad sometimes. That’s when I kick in!”
Her voice went up in the last sentence, Natalie started to grin widely and moved her
left foot towards my chinn.
“I will visit you now and then, invite you to me up in my city every few months, keep
you company - and then we can have some fun together. You can be ‘normal’ for a
while, and just spend a bit of time with your awesome friend, which happens to be
me, while still having some fetish fun. Maybe Rebecca won’t let you feel warmth and
kindness anymore, but I’ll certainly do, Tom - If you like me to, that is.”
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Natalie caressed my chinn with her toes and smiled probably the most honest smile I
ever saw in my life. I felt my eyes getting teary and I felt absolutely ridiculous about
it. I had a stone in my throat and didn’t know - as often in the last days - what to say.
So after a minute or two, I just said the only thing I could manage to get out.
“Thank you…”
Natalie only nodded a bit and lowered her foot again, stepped aside and extended
her hand towards me.
“You’re very welcome. Seems like we both were in luck meeting at your holidays,
huh?”
“Yeah…” We both grinned stupidly, and thus, our week together ended. My beloved
mistress Rebecca and my treasured friend Nelly returned, seemingly recovered and
happy about their week up in norway, and Rebecca was eager to hear everything
Natalie did with me in this week. Natalie happily told her, some truths, many lies, and
I just decided to be silent about it, even though it felt wrong to lie to my mistress. But
if my friend decided this was the best thing to do, so be it. I was at the mercy of
younger women completely in my life now, as it seemed. Natalie bit her farewells
and promised Rebecca she would soon invite us to her place.
I for my part, was happy to have a new friend. Probably the only one I would ever
have. Because as much as I loved and worshipped Rebecca, I almost had forgotten
until this week how important it was to have someone who threats you as a human
being, not as a mere slave pet. I would never blame or hold it against Rebecca that
she did, because that’s what I made her in a way, and I was happy with that, but I
appreciated Natalie more than I could put into words, and I would have to tell her
next time we saw each other.
This event was three months ago, and it was overwhelmingly positive and
encouraging. A true silver lining in a more and more sterile environment. A small
moment of relaxation and happiness for me. Unfortunately, as life was, the total
opposite should follow a month later, a will-breaking, crushing, painful and
devastating week in my life that I would never forget either, and which turned me
finally into nothing more than a foot worshipping tool under Rebecca’s feet. And that
was the week when I visited Rebecca’s friend and mentor, Lauren, in Norway.
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Chapter 13 - Lauren (I)
Two months ago, Rebecca told me what would gonna happen to me in two days when she was in norway visiting Lauren, the two of them arranged a
‘slave-swapping’ - while one of Lauren’s two slaves would visit Rebecca and Nelly
for a week to be their property and worship their feet, I would be sent to the
norwegian girl to get properly trained by her, as Lauren phrased it. From what
Rebecca told her, she seemingly wasn’t convinced I was truly broken yet, so she
wanted to take care of that for Rebecca, and my ex-best friend was all too eager to
see me even more broken. I strongly disagreed with this idea, and didn’t want to
spend one second up in norway with Rebecca’s crazy mentor as my mistress, from
what I heard of Lauren so far, she was absolute harcore. No comparison to the
gentle coldness of Rebecca. But of course I had no saying in the matter, and I would
never object when my mistress ordered me something, so I just replied gratefully
with ‘​Yes, mistress’​ and was allowed to kiss her feet as reward. Two days later, it
was the day I would go to the airport to fly towards norway and meet my mistress to
spend a week with her. But of course Rebecca had made plans for the morning - she
wanted me to worship her and Nelly’s feet enough to make up for the following
seven days, to engrave them completely into my senses so I wouldn’t get ‘​disloyal’​ . I
was laying on Rebecca’s and Nelly’s bed, Rebecca was sitting on my chest smiling,
both of her feet stuffed into my mouth as wide as possible, and Nelly was sitting over
my head, rubbing her soles through my face slowly and thoroughly. Both of my
mistresses were chatting happily and completely ignored my presence, this went on
for almost an hour, then they switched positions, Nelly carefully pressed her toes on
my tongue and gagged me once again while Rebeca placed her wonderful heels
directly on my face, using me as a mere foot chair. After another hour I was ordered
to kneel in front of the bed, Nelly crossed her feet in front of my face and Rebecca
spittet on it wholeheartedly, I knew I would be ordered to lick it off her feet, and
afterwards, do the same with Nelly’s spit. When I was finally done, completely
exhausted, Rebecca and Nelly placed me on the bed again, taking my head between
them, and rubbed their feet together through my entire face for almost ten minutes
straight while giggling and chatting, and afterwards ordered me to give every foot
one long, final kiss. After almost three hours, our last worship-session for the next
week was done, and I was happy but really beaten. The day had only just begun…
“Well, that was certainly nice!” Rebecca commented grinning while she pettet my
head at the kitchen table. We had this worship-session even before breakfast, so
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Nelly and Rebecca were peacefully eating some eggs and buns now. I kneeled
besides my beloved mistress, and even got to eat some food from her feet as a
reward for performing so well. Everything could have been perfect, if only I wouldn’t
have to fly to another country and stay there for a week as the slave of a - as far as I
knew - complete maniac of a mistress which had a big part of Rebecca being what
she was now. But order was order, right?
Two hours later, the time of farewell was there. Lauren’s slave would arrive in one or
two hours too, and I had to go to catch my flight. I shouldered my big travel bag and
looked both of the girls which were with me at the doorstep of our apartment in the
eyes - Nelly, my friend and caring room mate, which was now my gentle but careless
mistress. I was partly happy that my absence would get her a bit more of privacy with
her girlfriend, and I saw in her grateful smile that she was too. And Rebecca, her
green-grayish eyes and her pale lips formed to a smile, the messy, brown braid she
had uppinned and still couldn’t get rid of it. The girl I loved, and who owned me. I
didn’t realize how much I would miss her until now, Natalie really made me forget
that the last time. My thoughts must have been shown on my face, since Rebecca’s
smile grew empathetic. She made a step towards me and - surprising enough hugged me lightly.
“Enjoy your time up there, champ. It’s a beautiful country and Lauren is a wonderful
person. I’m sure the both of you will get along. And when you return”, my mistress
made a step back and winked at me maliciously, “you will be even more eager to
serve me, right? I will prepare a surprise or two for my eager pet. So hang in there,
understood?”
“...Yes, mistress!!”
She was just magical. Fuck, she really was. Every time you would begin to just call
her cruel or ruffian, she would catch you with her charme again and show you that
you weren’t worthless. I fucking freaking loved this woman. So what harm could a
week of holidays up in norway possible be? I bowed, and Rebecca waved shortly
while Nelly just ‘​Bye’​ d me.
It had to be an airplane too, of course. I HATED airplanes. No, that doesn’t play any
bigger role in my fetish story, but fuck airplanes. To my greatest luck and
gratefulness, we had a calm flight without any big turbulences. Two hours later, it
was around afternoon, I landed in Tromsø, one of the northernmost cities in norway,
and the biggest in the north of the skandinavian country. When I got out of the
airplane I got to the spot in a small park where Rebecca told me the meeting point
with Lauren would be. I asked myself how I would recognize her, would she hold a
sign with my name like you could see in the movies all the time? I barely arrived
when I had my question answered. I didn’t even need to think about it, it was
doubtlessly clear she was it. She didn’t fit in this ordinary environment. She wasn’t a
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normal sight. And her ice-cold, breath-taking stare, which examined me thoroughly,
took my last doubts. I moved towards her and said ‘​Hi. Are you possible Lauren?​’
She didn’t respond, instead she looked up to me, her expression not changing in the
slightest. I took the moment to examine her more precisely too - She was, to put it
bluntly, by far the most beautiful person I had ever seen. If there was perfection in
human appearance, she was closest to it, as far as I could tell. Rebecca’s beauty
came for her natural charme, messiness and cute features, in a way she was a
made beauty - This girl in front of me, Lauren, on the other hand, was a natural born
beauty. Every inch of her body was perfect and mesmerizing, her facial structure
was impressingly idealistic and her body looked like it was made on PC. Her ice-blue
eyes showed no emotion, her long, blonde hair represented perfect, scandinavian
beauty, and her dark, slightly thick eyebrows were a fascinating contrast to her
feminine face. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what her feet would look like. She
was dressed in only in a dark red wool sweater and a jeans with plain, black shoes,
her appearance was stunning yet casual.
While I took twenty or thirty seconds to stare at her, Lauren still didn’t answer. So I
tried again.
“I’m Tom from berlin. Are you Rebecca’s friend?”
I extended my hand towards her, but she didn’t move, instead she kept looking at me
emotionless. It got really awkward after ten more seconds, eventually she narrowed
her eyebrows and spoke gently with the clearest, most gentle voice I ever heard from
a girl.
“Yes, I am Lauren.” She spoke english, and her slight, norwegian accent was
maddening cute. This girl was just not from this world. If Rebecca knew what I was
thinking about her friend which should train me, she would punish me to the end of
all days.
“Cool, nice to meet you. I-”
I interrupted myself, or rather, got interrupted by Lauren’s rapidly darkening
expression. Her female beauty was incredible, but it was surprising how cold she
could look with it if she wanted.
“Wouldn’t you want to greet me properly… slave?”
My smile froze. Of course, I should have seen it coming. I knew what kind of person
this innocently looking girl in front of me was, I let myself got carried away for a
moment because of her beauty, and I BET my head Rebecca knew it would happen
exactly like that. Lauren lost no time and started immediately.
“I’m sorry. I’m happy to be in your care for a week now, mistress Lauren.”
I whispered, careful all the people around us in this small park wouldn’t overhear me,
and bowed my head slightly. Lauren’s expression and her striking eyebrows relaxed
a bit, but still stared at me unsatisfied. I hesitated to say anything for a moment,
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because I didn’t exactly know what to do. Eventually Lauren sighed annoyed and
shook her head.
“Good to know I was right about you… Rebecca didn’t want to believe it, but we still
HAVE to go a long way with your training… and I have only one week. Well, that’s
quite alright.” Lauren said, more to herself than to me, looking nowhere in particular.
She moved her hand through her silky hair and looked me into the eyes again thain,
with that icy, cruel stare of hers.
“Lesson one, you worthless piece of shit - You greet your mistress with your deeds,
not with your annoying words. My ears are already bleeding, so get to work.”
My chin dropped wide open. Alright, I admit it - Even though I heard so much about
Lauren and instinctively knew how hardcore she was, seeing such a perfect,
beautiful, pure fairy speak those words and stare at me like an insect still shocked
me. I was dumbstruck and must have looked like a complete idiot.
“What… do you mean…?”
“What do I mean?!” Lauren hissed through her delicate lips, not minding her
loudness, ”Are you even too stupid to understand such common courtesy as a foot
slave, you vermin? I REALLY have a lot of work ahead of me if I don’t want to
embarrass myself in front of Rebecca…”
“But-”
“Shut up.” She interrupted me in a calm, threatening tone that immediately made me
swallow my words. Her eyes burned themselves into my soul, it was terrifying.
“Get down on your knees and kiss my shoes, and pray I won’t punish you for your
unmatched dumbness later, you sad excuse of a human being.”
I gulped and made a step back. I looked around. People everywhere. I looked back
to her. I never saw such a cold, dominant glare before, on the face of a small, pretty
girl on top of that. It was surrealistic, a whole different kind of surrealistic.
“Right here…? But… the people…”
“Do you really intent to disobey my very first order? Are you absolutely sure about
that?”
“No, I just-”
“Listen, and I won’t repeat myself another time - Get down there this instant and kiss
my shoes like a good, obedient slave pet should, or I swear to god I will ​fuck​ you like a pig.
Is - that - clear?”
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She was dead-serious. The beautiful girl in front of me had a dominance to her that
was just more than I ever experienced or saw before, even on the internet. Suddenly
it didn’t seem too strange to me anymore that she already had two slaves at her
young age, and that they even got tattoos for her. Still, she was not my mistress, nor
was she my friend. When Rebecca humiliated and commanded me to her enjoyment
it was one thing, but I still was a twenty-four years old guy, and I wouldn’t let this…
what, seventeen years old girl command me like she owned me for years. Even I
had some pride inside me left. So I made a step back and looked at Lauren angrily.
“No.”
“No?”
“That’s right, no. Also, fuck you. I may have been ordered by my mistress to obey
and get trained by you, but that doesn’t mean you have the right to humiliate me like
one of your toys. Who the hell do you think you are?! It’s fine if whatever you want to
do to me you do in private, but out here in the open? Only for Rebecca.”
There was a silence between us, until Lauren cocked her pretty head a bit to the side
and relaxed.
“Alright.” She just said while raising an eyebrow. “You’re free to go and take the next
flight back home. I’m sure Rebecca will be delighted you didn’t even last a single
day, and refused to obey the very first order of the mistress she entrusted you to. Go
ahead, show her what a fucking disappointment you are, you strong, independent
man.”
This girl was beyond cruel, she was simply and completely calculating and icecold.
Her tone didn’t show the slightest hinge of emotion, she just looked at me
challenging, and I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t do that, she was right. And she
knew that. I looked down to my shoes, back up to her, and slumbed my shoulders.
Lauren made a small step towards me and looked up to me, I could feel her breath.
“Down.”
What could I possible do? I told myself, just fuck it. What did I care for other people
anymore? Slowly, reluctantly, I sunk to my knees, brought my face towards Lauren’s
black chucks and gently kissed them. Once. Twice. I knew I had to make up for an
insane shitshow, so I showered her well preserved shoes in kisses. I could hear
some people laughing, but Lauren didn’t react to them in the slightest, so I didn’t
either. After one or two minutes, she finally stopped me.
“Saved In the very last moment, slave. I will forgive you this once because I can
understand your bugbrain needs to adjust to the new situation. I expect absolute
devotion from now. Do you understand me?”
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“..... Yes….. mistress.”
“But… I definitely enjoy breaking someone with guts more than an already broken
thing. So go ahead… and talk back more. You are allowed to talk freely while you’re
with me, if you can handle the consequences. Do we understand each other?”
“... yes.”
“Follow me. On all fours, of course.” I couldn’t believe my ears, but Lauren just
started walking and I hadn’t the guts to stand up again, so I followed her like a
human dog, much to the amusement of the people. We got to an incredible noble
and classy looking limousine, where an old driver opened the door for her. She got
into the car and gestured me with her finger to follow her.
We drove for twenty minutes until we reached her mansion. It was not too big, but
definitely extremely pricey, white and with a big garden in front of it, surrounded by a
small, beautiful forest, with a dozen servants waiting for her. Since Lauren kind of
allowed me to talk, I made use of the right, since my curiosity was almost killing me.
“I didn’t know… you are that rich. Re-... my mistress never told me anything specific
about you, so…”
I looked at Lauren and she stared out of the window, not particularly interested in
anything.
“Both of my slaves make around 8.000 together per month, one as programmer, the
other as translator. They’re both working from home, of course. I work as a model,
so that’s another 12.000 per month for me, plus additionally commercial-deals and
stuff. So I’m fine…”
20.000 euro per month… no, probably a lot more. I wasn’t surprised at all that this
awe-inspiring beauty worked as model, but that sum kinda explained all this. So I got
myself into the hands of a dominant, self made rich girl. We got out of the car and I
was again ordered to follow Lauren on all fours. The servants paid me no mind,
obviously they already knew that from her other two slaves. When we arrived in the
small lobby, a naked, good-looking blonde guy who had to be around twenty was
kneeling on the floor, with his hands like the paws of a dog, head lowered. Lauren
approached him and pettet his hair.
“That’s one of my two slaves, the other being in germany right now as you probably
know.”
I looked at his neck - There it was. The black tattoo that looked like a collar, with the
letters “Slave of mistress Lauren” written under it. The boy looked completely
unemotional and prodeless, there was no personality in his eyes. Was that what a
broken person looked like? I couldn’t contain my curiosity.
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“Who are they…?”
Lauren turned around, still petting her slaves hair, and showing me the first smile,
the most humorless smile I could possibly imagine, cruel and devilish.
“This cute little fuck here was my bully once a long, long time ago in school. He
thought he could make fun of me for my eyebrows daily and called me Mr.Bean, isn’t
that right, slave F?” She pulled a bit on his blonde hair, but he didn’t react in any
particular way.
“Then, I took some of my girls, we caught him after gym, beated the shit out of his
miserable face and took him to the girls dressing room, where we tormented him with
our shoes, socks and feet for five hours straight. After that he wasn’t so cocky
anymore and worshipped my feet more or less by will every day from then one. Half
a year later, he became my permanent foot slave for the rest of his life. His parents
think I’m his girlfriend.” Lauren laughed. A girlish, malicious laugh. The boy didn’t
react.
“The other one, who has the pleasure to serve Rebecca right now, is my little
brother. He always annoyed the hell out of me, so I just enslaved him one day and
bombed him with my feet so much and often daily until he stopped struggling and
started enjoy serving me. Aren’t family bonds wonderful?” She asked with a clear,
beautiful voice, showing a lovely, little smile. Yepp. This girl was without a question
insane, and I feared what hat would mean for me.
“But, that’s trash from the past. Slave F, lead our guest to the couchbox, I have to
walk for a bit now.”
And with that, Lauren simply left the house again, leaving me behind. The boy called
slave F just looked at me and gestured me with his chin to follow me to the second
floor. He lead me to a big, luxurious living room with a wonderful, white couch, a
glass table and an absurd big tv screen. There was a strange, big black box in front
of the couch too. When I kneeled down in front of it, Slave F went to leave.
“What am I supposed to do now?” I asked. He looked at me emotionless and said
“Nothing, until mistress tells you to do it.” and left the room. That… was strange.
I waited for almost half an hour, too nervous to leave the room myself or check
where Lauren actually was, when she finally joined me here.
“Ah, I see not all hope is lost - You waited like a good puppy.”
I immediately noticed Lauren’s feet - They were naked, but her soles were
completely black, she dirtied her entire floor and carpet, but the norwegian girl didn’t
really seem to mind, she just walked past me and slumped down on the couch.
When she snipped with her fingers, Slave F entered the room again. Then Lauren
looked at me.
“I got your first task for you, slave. Just hold still for now.”
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“Wha-” Slave F grabbed me from behind and started to chain me up with some thick,
black robes. I panicked a bit but didn’t say anything to not make my mistress angry.
The other slave only stopped when I was laying on the floor in front of the box
completely fixated, barely able to breath, I couldn’t move a single muscle.
“Enjoy meeting my feet.” Lauren said while looking down at me.
“Those feet are your god now.”
Without another order, Slave F grabbed my body, opened the side of the black box
and stuffed my head and my shoulders inside it. Then he pulled some iron chains out
of the inner walls of the box and cuffed me to it so I was completely trapped inside
this tight, dark box. Until the wall in front of me opened, and before I could say
anything, Lauren place her feet inside, directly in front of my face. Then she closed it
again with another hatch that hat holes perfectly fitting for her legs. I was trapped
inside, without a chance to breathe, together with her incredible dirtied, smelly feet.
“I had this box custom-made, for your interest. That wasn’t cheap, I can tell you, but I
think it was worth it, or at least I enjoyed using it the last few months.” Lauren’s
muffled voice explained through the wooden walls of the box. Now that her reeking,
with black dirt covered feet were only few inches away from my face, I had time to
take a closer look - as the rest of her body, they were beyond wonderful. As much as
I loved Rebecca’s feet, and as perfect I think they were, Lauren’s feet were that of a
true goddess. Big, slender, pale, perfectly formed. Every single one of her toes had
just the right length, her sole was, DESPITE THE DIRT, the smoothest I had ever
seen, and her feet looked so delicate that you would think you could break them if
you touched them too heavily. But I wasn’t worried about her feet since I breathed
heavily, increasingly troubled about suffocating in here.
“Is it hard to breathe? Good.” Lauren commented in a clearly amused voice.
“Do you want me to suffocate in here?” I shouted as loud as I could, probably barely
making it out of the box, ”I’d love to see you explaining THAT to my mistress.”
“You won’t suffocate, you fool. I’ll free you as soon as you cleaned my feet
completely from every bit of dirt. Begin.” Lauren wiggled her black-smeared toes and
touched my nose with them, I grunted but started reluctantly moving my tongue
towards them. I was here to serve her, and I would serve her. But she wouldn’t break
me. When I touched her soft sole with my tongue I experienced a taste that was
different that the one I knew from Rebecca, Natalie or Nelly. They always paid
attention to not forcing me through something too unhealthy at their feet. Lauren
didn’t give a fuck about that, so her feet were really, actually dirty with mud, small
stones and disgusting filth. I closed my eyes, tried to think about Rebecca’s gentle
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smile and moved my tongue up and down Lauren’s feet, they got more and more wet
as the taste in my mouth grew more and more grim. I was barely five minutes into
worshipping her feet when I coughed the first time and had to hold back a gagging
reflex. Laurens reaction came immediately - She kicked me right into the face with
her dirtied foot, and since my head was trapped in a confined space the pain was all
the more worse. I saw small lights in front of my eyes and my nose pulsated.
“Hey, I don’t want your disgusting spit and juices on my spotless feet, is that clear,
maggot? You’re supposed to lick them and nothing more. Cough on them again and
I will do more to you than a harmless, little stomp.”
“Fuuck… you…” I whispered and was ready to continue licking, but unfortunately,
Lauren had heard me. I could tell because of her malicious fickle.
“That’s how I like it, insect. Rebellious. Let your goddess discipline you a bit.”
Barely had she finished speaking when she pushed all ten of her toes through the
darkness into my mouth, I tried to flinch back with my head but I was one hundred
percent fixated, her feet forced themselves on my tongue and her toes slowly and
calculating stroked the inner sides of my cheeks, marking my mouth as their territory.
“​Mbbbghhh….. mhhhfff!!!!”​ I muffled, paralyzed by the tightness, the darkness, the
gagging smell, the disgusting taste of her muddy feet and the lack of oxygen, but
what I heard through the walls of the box was a gentle humming.
“I just love when they struggle under my feet”, Lauren giggled brightly, “that makes
me feel so much more powerful. Go on you worthless maggot, struggle some more
with my filthy, divine feet in your little fucking mouth.”
To underline her sentence Lauren pushed her slender toes even deeper inside me,
wiggling them around my tongue and trapping it between them, everything was dark
and muffled and I wasn’t able to breath at all anymore.
“Mbbbgghhhh!!!!! Mffbbggg!!!!”
I wanted to beg for mercy. I had to. And even though I wasn’t able to I knew that
Lauren knew. But she didn’t back down in the slightest, of course she didn’t. And so,
with the taste and smell of her cruel feet as my only sensation, I lost my conscious.
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Chapter 14 - Lauren (II)
I really couldn’t tell how much time had passed when I came to me again. The first
thing I noticed was that I was outside the box but still couldn’t move somehow. The
grim taste of Laurens foot dirt was still vaguely there, and so was the smell. It took
me one or two minutes of recovering to notice that I was now trapped in another box
- a face-box. I saw these things in fetishporn-videos. My body laid in a life sized,
black box and the only part of me that was uncovered was my face, since there was
a small hole over it. I was able to move even less than in the other box, which is to
say, not a single inch. I felt like I was buried alive. When I moved my eyes around
the room, which was the same, luxurious living room than before, I spotted the
windows and knew it was dark outside now. At least a few hours must have passed
since Lauren suffocated me to unconsciousness. A few minutes of silence went by in
which I tried to recover, focus on surviving this somehow and getting back to
Rebecca as soon as possible to enjoy how gentle she always was with me. Then, a
girl around twenty five in a maiden outfit walked through my field of vision, she shoot
me a disinterested glance and smiled a bit. Then she left the room and I could hear
her say “​Min dame, leken din er vaken​!”, which surely meant… something in
norwegian. Probably that I was awake. And in fact, only seconds later Lauren
appeared in my vision. She seemed more relaxed and less tense than before, her
silky, blonde hair bound to a braid. She sat down on the box in front of my face hole
so she could look down to me perfectly dominating.
“Awakened, I see.” She whispered, a malicious smile well hidden in her cold lips.
I blinked a few times and weakly and rolled my eyes.
“You really are dangerous, you know that?”
She shrugged, not letting any emotions show on her teenager face.
“Only to the ones who belong to me.”
“I don’t belong to you.” I hissed immediately, actually surprised by the strength I
could still muster. “I belong to my mistress alone.”
“You are mine for the next six days. And to internalize that you will spend the rest of
the night in that sweet, sweet coffin of yours.”
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I was out of words and didn't’ know what to say anymore. But I already did spent
nights in positions like that while I was in Rebeccas care, so she couldn't get me with
that. But of course Lauren wasn't done yet. She pulled something from out of my
vision off and showed me two gray socks a moment later - there were holes all over
them.
“Are you hungry yet? I wore them for two weeks in advance to prepare for your stay
here. Wore them on my hiking tours barefooted, wore them when I was running
through the forest to give them a refined, divine pig taste only a maggot like you can
enjoy.”
“Pfff” I responded snippy, “Talking about dirty socks I’m pretty sure nobody on this
planet can top off my mistress. Her socks are their own level of venourmos, so what
can a cute, norwegian princess like you do to me in that regard?”
I hated the girl above me, and I made no secret out of the fact. footfetishism was one
thing, but she was clearly a case for a mental doctor. Lauren only smiled her cold
trademark grin and lowered her left hand with the gray socks towards me.
“Think again.”
She grabbed my chin with her other hand and painfully clawed her nails into my skin
to force me to open my mouth, then she forced both of her socks inside it and
pushed them on my tongue with her fingers. A nauseating flavour which almost
made me puke instantly entered my senses and made me dizzy, Lauren immediately
lifted her feet and stomped them down through the hole on my face, she had some
kind of expensive oil on her soles to make them even smother and rubbed them over
my cheeks, eyes and nose.
“Smell the feet of your goddess while you chew on her filthy, disgusting socks, you
german fuck!” She snarled and rubbed and stomped her perfectly shaped feet so
brutally through my face that my nose began to hurt seriously after a few seconds,
her worn-out and disintegrated socks in my mouth held me in a state of vomiting
sickness the whole time because they actually WHERE on a worse level than
Rebecca's socks, and the fact that I couldn’t move even an inch as this small,
norwegian girl dominated me completely by crushing my face truly made me feel like
nothing more than an insect. On the very first day.
When Lauren seemingly was tired of crushing me - at this point my nose felt almost
broken, my sense of taste was gone and destroyed and my whole face smelled like
flower oil - she sighed satisfied, spat me a big lump in the face and placed herself on
the couch in front of the coffin.
“Isn’t it nice to have a bit of fun together, rebellious boy?” she lilted in her serene
voice and covered my face once again with her feet - Only with her round, wonderful
heels this time tough, to use me as a footstool.
“Slave F, Shoulders.” She commented drylie and I could hear the poor boy from
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before walking towards her and standing behind the couch to silently massage
Laurens shoulders. Then she turned her TV on and the evening went by. It was a
nightmare worse than I had imagined, and the oily, smooth feet on my face truly
were my god for the next six days as it seemed.
One or two hours later - That's what I estimated, I had no way to check a clock Lauren began to feel sleepy and told her slave F to prepare her bedroom on the first
floor. As she stood up she threw me another glance and winked.
“Don’t worry, I haven’t forget about you, you piece of shit. There you go.” She
kneeled down besides the box and showed me some big, chunky wander boots.
“I used those darlings heavily until yesterday, and there are definitely some not too
delicious things caught on the soles - You know, forest mudd, dog shit, dead insects
- it's too bad you only truly get to enjoy the insides which smell like my lovely feet.”
She turned them around and fixated the insides of both of her boths over the hole
and thereby directly over my face. There was no escaping, and with the terrible
socks in my mouth breathing through my mouth was no option either. Only seconds
after I took my first, disgusting breath out of her wander boots which reached
Rebecca's old punky boots in terms of smell without a problem but lacked their
gentle, sweet note, I noticed what Lauren probably already knew - I still could smell
the fragrance of dog shit, insects and such filth. I was forced to, and it was a whole
other world of disgusting than feet related stuff. I wanted to strongly object but I knew
there was no point so I denied myself the weakness to do so. Lauren seemed to be
too smart for that show though, so she giggled coldly and stepped with her foot on
my face as a final sign of dominance.
“To a happy week, slave shit. I will thoroughly break you and deliver a refined pet to
dear rebecca.”
And with that, she left the room and turned the lights off.
The most absurd thing about all this was that I was here by free will.
Technically, at least.
The next three days were a true torture beyond every foot-fetishists hopes, and
when I originally thought the first day was hard I soon learned better. When Lauren
woke me up the next morning she left me out of the box, ordered me to place my
face before her feet and swear her, my goddess, my absolute and complete
obedience for the next six days. Stupid as I was I refused, so the small, petite girl
kicked me in the stomach so hard I had to throw up and locked me inside the box
again with a smile - and a new pair of socks and boots. She did let me locked in for
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the entire day without checking for me, not giving me something to drink or to eat
even once. I gave my best to make noises all the time to beg her for forgiveness, but
she completely ignored me and went to sleep in the evening without saying another
word. This box was hard and uncomfy, my body started to get seriously numb and it
hurted all over but I had to sleep in this fetish-coffin for another night. When Lauren
freed me from the box again the next morning and ordered me yet again to swear my
loyalty to her I couldn’t do it fast enough and showered her nacked feet with kisses
and short licks like a pathetic dog. When I looked up to her she smiled satisfied and
only said ‘​Good​.’ She sat down on my back and locked both of her feet in my face
from behind, then she ordered me to carry her to her kitchen, where slave F had
already prepared her breakfast. This kind of locomotion for her didn’t change for the
rest of our days together - I carried her through her mansion with her toes and soles
in my face.
When she ordered me to moisturize her feet with sun protection using my tongue
one evening when Lauren wanted to take a sunbath, I refused the second time,
asking her if she was aware I could poison myself. She shrugged and answered
‘​Nobody cares for a poisoned maggot. Do it.’​ I shook my head and Lauren kicked me
right into the face. I tasted and saw blood streaming from my nose, I tried to
suppress my urge to cry out of pain, but instead of helping me, Lauren kicked me
right in the rips again when I was already at the floor. To finish my punishment off
she spat me in the face and ordered slave F to take care of me. He cleaned my nose
and after that, Lauren gave me her order again, this time with a tone that allowed no
further disobedience. I obeyed. Moisturizing her feet with the sun protection and my
tongue was by far the most disgusting thing I ever did. It tasted like a mix of rubber,
vinegar, foul licorice and fermented milk. I have no idea how I managed to NOT puke
all over Lauren, maybe because I knew that she probably would have literally killed
me then. But instead she watched me with a girlish, stunning smile. When I was
done she ordered me to shower her feet with kisses, which I did for almost two
hours.
On the evening, Lauren found pleasure to kick me just out of pure joy after I had
sucked her toes for a while, she rammed her feet in my stomach and on my chest
again and again, I was shivering in pain and shed pathetic tears on the floor before
her, listening to her insults and her genuine amusement, thinking about my gentle,
wonderful, beloved mistress home in germany. I knew I couldn’t resist or even fight
back - That’s what it meant to be a slave, a true slave. To be owned by someone
else.
When Lauren was finally exhausted, she trapped me in the face box again, pulled
her pants down all of a sudden, placed herself over me and spread her private place
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with two fingers and a spiteful grin. I still remember the tone of her voice. The sweet,
dominant tone.
“​Enjoy your drink, trash.​ ”
Then she peed. Showered me with a seemingly never ending, bitter stream of
golden water directly into my mouth. I wanted to close my mouth or spit it out, but
Slave F wouldn’t let me, so I drank it all, the first liquid I got this day. I was so thirsty
that I started gulping it down greedily. I begged for more, Lauren laughed loud and
savory and fulfilled my wish by spiting me on the tongue multiple times before she
left the room and forced me to sleep in my box bed for another night. She really
would accomplish it. I was on my way to be completely broken.
I only realized how broken I already was when I woke up in darkness the next
morning. Another day, another box - While almost my whole body was free aside
from it being tightly cuffed with thick ropes, my head was in a really, really small box
with only a a few air holes. A seemingly endless while of me being awake but unable
to move went by until Lauren finally opened a hatch on the box - She was obviously
incredible exhausted and sweating like crazy, her hair was bound to a braid and she
wore short sport pants and a tank top. Her beautiful, blonde hair was tied back and I
knew - I Knew - what would come next. I was right. She sat down on the couch in
front of me, pulled her sports shoes off and I saw that she wore no socks and her
swollen feet were as wet as if she just dunked them in her pool. A bit heavily
breathing, she lowered her cruel eyebrows and ordered me with her typical coldness.
“Beg me with all your heart to lick, suck and massage my exhausted feet with that
worthless slave-mouth of yours.”
I didn’t want to - her feet were truly filthy right now. But I couldn’t muster the strength
to talk back, I was too afraid of more kicks, another night in a box or other
punishments. So I obeyed. With the most pathetic, whimsical voice I could produce I
begged like a child.
“Please, my perfect, wonderful, in every regard superior, flawless, gracious goddess,
please please please be as generous to let this filthy, degenerated, worthless piece
of dog-shit worship and clean your divine, heavenly feet as they deserve to be
worshipped for hours so I can clean them of every last speck of dirt and sweet as it is
my only purpose as your obedient slave pet. Please, goddess.”
I used parts I read in fiction. I used parts I saw in porn. But most importantly, I
wanted to show her my dedication. Lauren stared at me strictly for another few
seconds before curling her perfect lips a bit. She moved her face a bit closer to mine
and whispered “​I told you I would break you, you fuckface.​ ”
Then she moved her swollen feet towards the box, rammed them in my face and
closed the hatch again - The whole box was filled and crouched with Laurens feet
and my head, there was literally not a single inch of room left.
“Drown them in your slave salive, maggot. Massage every hurting spot and clean
them flawless until your tongue starts bleeding. Then I’ll consider letting you out.”
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“...Yes, goddess! Thank you so much, goddess!!”
It wasn’t genuine joy that rose from my voice like it was the case so many times with
Rebecca, but it was genuine relief. Being trapped in her with her filthy, dirty, sweaty,
swollen sports feet was hell, but if there’s one thing I was good in then it was
cleaning feet. And Lauren’s were still beyond mesmerizing, exhausted or not. I
started by gliding my tongue over her red soles, up and down, left ro right. The taste
was saltier than any foot I had ever tasted, but I surprisingly liked it. When I found
her actually a bit swollen toes in the dark I took all ten of them in my mouth and
sucked, kissed and licked them for probably over an hour, they were just so
incredible delicious that I didn’t want to let go of them. I continued to work through
the upper sides and every inch of skin left on her feet, showering them with kisses all
the time while doing so, and when I was convinced I cleaned goddess Lauren’s feet
to her satisfaction, I stuck my nose between her toes and started smelling them as
hard as I could, inhaling the filthy, metallic smell. Another half or so hour went away
and eventually I finished my work by moving my by now hurting, rough tongue
around the sore spots of her feet to massage them. When Lauren finally opened the
hatch again the light of her living room lamp hurt my eyes. She removed her feet
from the box and smirked down happily.
“Did you love my feet?”
I was exhausted, but I knew it was important to answer her. That or punishment time.
And the good thing was, I could be honest.
“I loved them so much, I loved every second of it, goddess. Thank you so much!”
Lauren continued smiling, she lowered her left foot over my lips again.
“Then show your gratitude, slave maggot.”
I kissed her sole immediately, a long, intense kiss. She removed it and proceeded to
free me from the box. My body needed some time to move again, so I just crouched
in front of her feet.
“You see what a few days of hard, honest work can do, asshole? It turns an
unrefined slave pet in what he truly is - a thing. You are a thing now, slave. Are you
happy?”
“Yes, goddess.” I answered and kissed Laurens toes. She giggled gently, spat on my
head and left the room. I had no will to fight back anymore. I just wanted to go home.
I didn’t wake up by myself the next morning, I was awoken - by a kick. I was laying
on the floor outside the box but Laurens kick right into my stomach pulled me back
into the reality of my stay here. Calmly humming she went around my shivering
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body, kicked me on my back with another painful attack and placed herself above
me - her left sole was only inches away from my face.
“Greet your goddess properly, insect.”
I extended my tongue and licked her entire foot - from heels to toes, finishing with a
long kiss as I had learned it from Rebecca. Lauren seemed satisfied as she didn’t
kick me again but was instead happy with spitting me in the mouth and ordering me
to swallow it.
“I’ll have a small reward for your learn progress today, you trash pile. Nothing special
of course, but the kind of service exactly fitting for low-life scum like you.” Lauren told
me without a hint of a smile. Slave F untied me from some robes and we went to the
kitchen where I worshipped Laurens feet while she ate breakfast of course. After
that, the hardest point in this week awaited me.
In a much larger, more comfortable living room, there was a big, red couch Lauren
placed herself on before she flipped her fingers - Slave F brought a big bowl into the
room and placed it before her feet, I couldn’t make out what was in it yet since I
kneeled on the carpet.
“Look me into the eyes, slave maggot.”
I did and Lauren pointed towards the bowl. I crawled a bit closer to it and my
stomach turned around when I saw the clear, golden liquid.
“Yes, you guessed right, shithead. I prepared a whole bowl of nice, hot and steamy
piss for you tonight. And guess what, fucker? You’re gonna empty it to the last drop.”
I gave it my all to not lose my expression and fall into desperation and the urge to
cry, instead I just lowered my head as a sign of obedience and made myself
comfortable with the thought of drinking a bowl of urin the first time in my life. Let me
tell you that all of the natural sect-fetishporns are wrong: Piss doesn’t taste good. It’s
absolutely disgusting and awful. But I knew there was just no turning back, and what
would a few more terrible tasks change, anyway? I approached the bowl with my
head, only to get dunked down into it by Laurens foot immediately. I was greeted by
the sour, bitter and acidly aroma of her pee which burned in my eyes and nose and
entered my mouth, I struggled to get some air but she kept forcing her foot on my
head to plunge me. After a long moment of disgusting struggle she lifted her foot and
I breathed heavily, the taste and smell of piss filling my senses.
“You didn’t expect it to be so easy, now did you?” There was a tiny hint of the most
devilish grin I ever saw on a human face approaching Lauren’s look as she
proceeded to slowly dip both of her marvelous feet into the bowl. She pulled them
back out after a whole minute, crossed them in front of my face and leaned back in
her couch while Slave F brought her some snacks.
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“Lick - Them - Clean. Until the bowl is empty, of course. I want my perfect feet to be
absolutely spotless of any pee, and let me be clear, every time I check my feet after
a pissload and they aren’t as wonderful and clean as the rest of me, you get dunked
into the bowl again, every time five seconds longer. So you better deliver a
top-tier-slave-performance with that useless tongue-rag of yours. GO ON!” She
shouted at me, and unwilling as I was, I looked at the golden-glistening, pale soles. I
knew there were some fetishes involving pee and I saw many videos from girls
spitting on feet but THIS… was different. I honestly couldn’t say if it would be that
much less obnoxious if the feet in front of me were Rebecca’s. But I was already too
thrilled with pain - I had to survive four other days. Or else Rebecca would hate me.
And this psycholady in front of me would kick the living crap out of me. I extended
my tongue and licked over her wet foot. The familiar, extremely rancid taste filled my
mouth and proved to me that even the prettiest girls were just pissing animals. I
licked her feet again and again for minutes, until my tongue was dry and exhausted.
Lauren checked her soles with wrinkled eyebrows for a long moment, I already feart
her dissatisfaction, but without a word she dunked her feet in the bowl again and
looked at me as a sign to continue. Safe for now.
It took me almost an hour of piss-licking until I couldn’t go on anymore. Lauren’s
urine in the bowl barely decreased, but my sense of taste just couldn’t bear it any
longer. My stomach ached and my entire mouth felt like I hadn’t drank anything for a
week. And on top of that, I became more and more dizzy. So I lowered my forehead
on the carpet and begged.
“I… I can’t go on anymore, goddess. Please have mercy, I know I am worth less than
the dust between your toes and just an useless, worthless maggot, but I’m feeling
really nauseous by now and I don’t know what’ll happen if I continue, so… please.”
Some painful and brutal kicks in the face were what I expected, instead there was
silence. I dared to look up to Lauren, she looked at me bored, we stared each other
in the eyes and eventually she sighed a very small wheeze.
“I’ll have you know I’m not entirely cruel slave, not even with my toys, and not even
with a pig like you. You really tried and did a half-decent job in cleaning my gracefully
feet from my golden juice. I’ll leave it at that.”
Mercy was what I begged for but least expected. Lauren just looked down to me
unbothered, not particularly interested if I continued or not, and clicked her fingers for
Slave F to remove the bowl. I felt a wave of gratefulness rising up my chest Stockholm-syndrome at its finest. But I still underestimated how much of a monster
this norwegian princess was. When I was busy recovering on the ground from the
awful experience, Lauren stood up, took the bowl from Slave F and placed herself in
front of me again. I didn’t notice what she was doing, so I looked up to her like a
dumb mutt and met her atrocious smile.
“Oh sorry, I’ll correct myself. We still have to get rid of this, and since you failed to
drink it down by yourself I'll make an exception and help you. You’re welcome.”
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I should have expected her to do that, but I still didn’t. Maybe I was too innocent
even after all that happened. She emptied the bowl with her piss over me and
drenched my whole body including my hair, my clothes and her carpet into her
golden water. I was… beaten. My arms dropped to my sides and I started crying
silently. I really lost to that heartless fairy. She kneeled down in front of me and
caressed my wet hair out of my face, not minding her own piss at all. She smiled at
me genuinely for the first time, a warm grin that didn’t fit her monstrosity at all. Then
she whispered the words I would never forget.
“Don’t worry, pig slave. If you think what I did to you until now was awesome and
wonderful, you have no idea what I still got for you the next days. This is just the
bare beginning of your slave-training, and I swear, you will enjoy
every - single - second.”
Then she spat me right into the face and slept me so hard I couldn’t feel anything
afterwards.
At the beginning of this tale I told you that this is a success story and that I
encourage everyone to be honest about his foot fetish and what could come from it.
And that was the truth. But what I understood through this week in norway was that
there were very different concepts of foot-fetishism and being a slave, and not all of
them were pleasant - some were just pure hardcore. For Rebecca, having a slave
was fun. Pure, fulfilling fun. For Lauren, it was just natural order. Breaking the ones
she hated and making them worship her for their entire lives like she knows she
deserves to be worshipped. I wouldn’t want to change my beloved, gracious mistress
with anyone or anything out there, and surely not with these two poor slaves of
Lauren, because one week was already hell on earth straight out of some dark fetish
thriller.
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I learned to truly appreciate how happy and grateful I was to belong to Rebecca, and
to Rebecca alone.
And that, of course, was her only goal after she noticed Natalie was lying towards
her.
My mistress truly was a fickle one.
But nevertheless, I couldn’t help but all the more love her more than anything else on
the world.
A few days later, when I arrived back home in germany...
Entering our apartment after a week that felt like a year was unreal. The whole trip
back to germany by plane and bus was perceived by me like some state of delirium,
I wasn’t myself anymore since a few days and I probably looked like it - at least that's
what I think I saw in the elusive mirror images of my miserable self. I was never so
weak and distorted as these days and so I couldn’t even really feel happy or relieved
when I crossed our threshold and greeted Rebecca and Nelly whispering. I didn’t
look them in the eyes, instead I stared blankly at the floor beneath them, not sure
what to do. I heard Nelly gasping audibly and saw her covering her mouth with her
hand from the corner of my eye.
“Jesus failking christ… what did she do to you? I mean”, she took a quick look at
Rebecca and then back to me, ”I knew when we visited Lauren she wouldn’t be nice
towards you… her eerie mansion, those poor tattoo-boys and all… but you look
half-dead, Tom…” Without noticing she even used my name even though she didn’t
do that very often anymore. I wasn’t sure what to answer, so Nelly just gave
Rebecca a troubled look. I had no idea what the first words would be that my
friend… my love… and my mistress would say to me after I came back from the hell
she probably knowingly sent me into. I was surprised when Rebecca made a step
towards me and just hugged me tightly. My shoulders, which were by all means stiff
until now, relaxed a bit and I exhaled a long, heavy sigh with a glimpse of a whimper.
I looked over Rebecca's shoulder and saw the look on Nellys’s face, the nice, gentle
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and always protective Nelly. She was sorry for me. Somehow that made me feel
better. Aside from the unexpected hug. My mistress rubbed her soft cheek a bit
against mine. It was a gentle, warm feeling that I completely lacked the past seven
days.
“It’s okay now…” She whispered soothingly in my ear and actually caressed my hair
with her hand. A sensation better than anything foot-related ever could be. It made
me a bit braver and I returned Rebecca’s hug by hugging her myself instead of
standing there like a zombie, and she didn’t seem to mind. After a few moments of
silence my mistress separated herself from me and brought her face towards mine
with a little smile on her lips.
“You’ve been through a lot, haven’t you?” She asked with genuine curiosity. I gulped
carefully and nodded. Rebecca nodded too.
“You know, having a cute foot slave like you is and always was pure fun to me. It’s
fun and I love it, because you were right - I really am a sadist. I love owning you,
dominating you, punishing you. But…” Rebecca cocked her head with her messy,
brown hair a bit and her smile got more gentle, “... all of that is only fun because and
as long you enjoy it too.”
I stared at Rebecca’s knees. Slowly at her waist. She just gave my chin a flip with
her finger. I looked at her and probably slowly recovered from the mental helltrain
that was still wrecking my insides. I brought myself to a nod. Hearing those words
was the best cure.
“That’s how I live my fetish, slave. Others don't. Some make their pets wear
ridiculous latex masks, some make men pay them for their services. And some, well,
“Rebecca shrugged, smiled towards the troubled Nelly and then towards me
amused, “... just take this whole thing maybe a tack too serious. For them, owning
someone is just their purpose. But I’m not like that, right slave boy? I’m cool. And I
will always treat you like the cute, lowly, fun slave pet that belongs to me but is a
human being. You’re not a tool. Getting worshipped by a soulless tool isn’t fun. So
you should probably be happy that you’re MY property, and not the one of girls like
Lauren. And I still don’t plan to cut of your limbs. Always remember that, alright?”
Then my mistress hugged me again, and I truly was happy. I was home, as the
treasured slave of my mistress. She knew what she sent me into and why. It was not
only a severe punishment for a potential disloyalty, it was also to remember what I
had in her and why should be so happy that I could live out the life of a
foot-fetish-person with the girl I loved the most in a more-or-less relaxed and fulfilling
manner. Rebecca’s twisted plan had worked perfectly well. And even knowing that, I
wanted to be at her side, under her feet, even more now for the rest of my days. I
suppressed a few tears and hugged Rebecca tightly too.
“... yes, mistress…”
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Nelly behind us smilingly shook her head and shrugged, commenting “The two of
you really are made for each other, I can't win against that.”
It was a half-serious comment that made me smirk just as it made me happy, while
Rebecca outright giggled about it.
“You don't even have to, Nel. There’s enough room in my heart for my slave pet AND
my red-headed love. But anyways…”
Rebecca turned back from Nelly and looked at me serious again.
“You will never have to go up there again, okay?” She whispered gently like a big
sister comforting her scared brother.
“Yes…” I responded uncertain.
“And knowing you, my smart, lovely property, you already figured out why you spent
a week with good, ol’ Lauren.” Rebecca's voice was serious, it was teasing, but most
importantly, it was gently scolding. I nodded.
“Yes.” Rebecca mirrored my nodding and winked charmingly.
“As we learned by now, you’re actually a human being. So I absolutely don’t mind
you having a few other good friends aside from Nelly and me, neither do I care what
you do with them or how you relax and have fun.”
The fact that my mistress still referred to herself as my friend let my heart skip a beat
and gave me back so much strength that I almost felt alive again. Only Rebecca
could do that to me. And WHAT she said was positive enough too.
“As long… as you always come back to me, remembering what you are, who you
belong to and which feet are the only ones for you to truly, completely be in love
with.” Rebecca grinned her energy-giving, life-injecting smile and I couldn’t help but
smile at it too. I nodded, out of honest motivation this time.
“Yes, mistress.”
“Cool!” Rebecca responded and took something from out of her pocket. It was my
‘Slave of mistress Rebecca’-pendant.
“I bet this beautiful, artsy pendant was the one thing in germany you missed the
most, hm?”
No. What I missed the most, even before Lauren, were Rebecca's silly jokes. I was
so happy right now I could cry, but I couldn’t let that show on my face. I simply
chuckled.
“Almost. They don’t think much of Schnitzel in norway, you know.”
Nelly’s hand on her mouth to not laugh out loud gave me life, just as Rebecca’s
praising and scolding grin. She laid the pendant around my neck. And kissed me.
Yes, you read right. Kissed me right on the lips as she tended to do now and then. It
was a long, deep and intense kiss. Nelly didn’t mind at all. And I knew there was no
reason ever again to be unhappy in any way how Rebeccas and my relationship
turned out, how our friendship revolved to the deep bond of a mistress and her
devoted slave.
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And that never changed, not for the next years, not until the day of our marriage and
certainly not afterwards.
But that, I’m afraid, is something I will tell you in the last chapter of my story.
Chapter 15 - Friendly Footslave
We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find
someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them
and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness — and call it love — true love.
-
Robert Fulghum
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The days after my arrival back from norway and my training under Lauren where the
point when I started writing this journal. At this point I was completely happy with the
life of a foot slave and I wanted to share the experience. I could have ended it here,
but eventually I decided to continue writing about it. Even if it meant waiting for years
before publishing all of that. And here we are, many years later. I know that’s a big
jump, so before I conclude this story, let me fill up the gaps.
When I was home again, Rebecca refused to let me worship her or Nelly’s feet for a
week - instead, she gave me free time to spend however I liked to recover properly
how she said it. Only foot-related stuff was forbidden. I used my time to start writing
my story down after getting my mistress’ permission and to collect myself completely
in our warm, familiar apartment. Mistress and Nelly still didn’t call me Tom again, but
I discarded that name months ago anyways, so it was fine. WHAT they did was
including me in their activities like a person - we watched some movies together, I
was allowed to cook for them again, we went for a tour through the city. It’s been a
long time since my mistress spoiled me like that so I really got the feeling that
Rebecca wanted to help me gather my strength. She completely broke contact with
Lauren and never talked to her again by the way. She didn’t talk much about how it
was with Laurens slave either, but knowing Rebecca, the few hints and winks
together with her smile gave me an idea that she talked some sense into that poor
boy. If that was the case, fucking Lauren would hopefully have at least one slave
less in the future. Although I don’t think even now that Rebecca only used Lauren,
I’m sure even she was shocked to some degree how the norwegian girl treated me
and didn’t want to tolerate that.
I was grateful.
And so, the peaceful, normal week reminding me of old days went past us to make
room for the better, more intimate and more fulfilled life. When I woke up on sunday,
eight days after I came home, the first thing I sensed was mistress’ soft big toe on
my nose, carefully caressing it. I slowly opened my eyes and saw that she wore
dark-blue nail polish, my favorite besides black. Then I noticed how Nelly’s longer
toes, silver-colored, glided over my left cheek. Both of that were extremely pleasant
sensations, they were sitting next to me on the bed, gently smiling. It was Rebecca
who spoke first.
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“Good morning, foot slave. Are you ready to worship your mistress beloved, perfect
feet all day long?”
I blinked a few times and suppressed a big yawn, instead the thought occurred to me
how much, how incredible much I missed Rebecca’s casual tone of ordering me
around. I nodded and laid a long, deep kiss on my beloved mistress’ sole. She
nodded too, satisfied with my response, only for her foot to get pushed aside from
Nellys.
“Don’t you think you can forget about my feet. They’re longing for slave boys capable
tongue too, alright?” She said in a half-serious tone and kissed Rebecca’s cheek, I
responded appropriately and kissed both of Nelly’s feet with an audible sound of
relishing. They tasted like always, like salt and butter. Rebecca jumped down my
bed, stretched her arms yawning without a care in the world and looked back to me
in a grin.
“Breakfast, in five minutes. Get to work, slave.”
“Yes, mistress!”
After I prepared the breakfast for Rebecca and Nelly, I was ordered to lay down
directly under Rebecca’s chair, and when both of the girls started eating and
enjoying my self-made pancakes happily, I noticed how my mistress was now
wearing socks - Black, thick socks that seemed crusty and raunchy. Without saying
anything she hovered them over my face and placed them on me a second later. I
inhaled as strong as I could, one big, deep breath, and was immediately in heaven
again. This was the smell of my mistress. The sweaty, cheesy smell I would get to
enjoy for the rest of my life. Rebecca moved her feet slowly through ny face, giving
me the chance to smell different parts of it, and when she lifted her right foot up over
my mouth, I kissed it multiple times. Then she pushed her black, dusty toes on my
lips and I opened my mouth as commanded, Rebecca blessed me with the sensation
of her wonderful socked toes in my mouth, she grinded them on my tongue and the
bittersweet taste spread all over it, I proceeded to move my tongue around her sole
and arches, enjoyed the warmth and softness of these socks and the fact that I
belonged to those feet. I licked and tasted her dirty black sock-fabric and gave my
best to free it from all the grime and filth that was stuck to it, swallowing it greedily
down as my breakfast and producing lewd noises without wanting it. Clearly
delighted, Rebecca forced her socks even deeper into my mouth and rubbed her
soles against my tongue and cheeks. I loved every second of it. I loved her feet so
much. After a few more minutes of enthusiastic worshipping, Rebecca removed her
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foot from my mouth and face, smiled down towards me and dropped a piece of
pancake right on my chest. Before I could even think about eating it she took it
between her toes and smeared it over my lips, crushed it with her worn-out socks
and said ‘Open up.’ There was nothing I would be more eager to do. I opened my
mouth and my mistress stuffed the sweet food into me with her foot. It was delicious
and gave me much needed strength for the day, so I licked it eagerly off from
between her toes.
“Nel, do you feel like giving our pathetic slave a good taste of of your beautiful,
creamy foot too?” Rebecca asked her girlfriend lighthearted, and even though I
couldn’t see Nelly right now, I was sure that she responded with a cheerful smile.
“I’d love to!” Rebecca removed her feet again and two smaller, rounder and a bit
darker naked feet covered my vision, Nelly improved her skills in dominating me with
her feet the last few weeks so that the pose of her feet right now showed true
superiority - Her right foot covered my closed eyes and nose, while her left one
slowly entered my mouth, even though I opened it voluntarily, she made it feel like
she forced it in with her power over me. The gentle girl came a long way. Still eager
to serve to both of my mistress’ utmost satisfaction, I moved my tongue around every
single one of Nelly’s long, manicured toes, greedily sucking and licking the salty and
sweet taste from between them, all the while Nelly giggled now and then, turning and
twisting her foot. When she was satisfied, Rebecca’s socked feet came into the
game again, one of it met Nelly’s foot on my face, the other one forced itself in my
mouth too so that I was thoroughly dominated by four powerful feet. I could hear
Rebecca and Nelly kissing intensely over the table. moving their tongues in each
others mouth. I wasn’t sad anymore, quite the contrary, I was happy for them, and
happy for me - I received another form of love right now. With that in mind I got more
determined in this worship session and embraced their feet in my mouth with all my
passion, sucked them, kissed them long and intense, massaged both of the feet on
my face with my hands and breathed in slowly to not sound like a pig. They moaned
slightly and continued kissing each other, maybe even touching them, their toes
dominating my throat effectively. That right here was my fetish heaven, not that
fucked up stuff in norway. That was why I was so happy that I told Rebecca back
then.
Half an hour later my mistress and Nelly had finished their breakfast and offered me
a plate with a big, gracious portion of it right in front of me - of course not without
smashing the pancakes and the pleasant smell with all four of their feet to the point
where you couldn’t recognize the breakfast anymore as what it was - they didn’t
remove their feet from the plate again, instead Rebecca ordered me with a wink to
eat from them and suck them completely clean afterwards like the dog I was. Just
like I loved my food, so I got to work and ate from Nelly’s naked and my mistress’
socked feet, the later were completely soaked at this point.
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I almost thought that this breakfast-intermezzo was already the biggest
worship-session for today, but well, Rebecca was partly right back then - I’m not
such a fast learner after all. That was only the foreplay. Rebecca and Nelly had used
the week of my absence to plan a special session just for me, to make use of my
new-gained motivation and satisfaction as a slave and to show me even further how
much of a low-life slave pet I was to them. Rebecca placed herself on our couch
while the red-haired Nelly sat down on a small chair she obviously had bought the
past week, humming like a little, excited girl. It kinda amused me how thrilled those
girls were for getting their feet worshipped, they weren’t such matter-of-factly
dominatrix like Lauren, they just had fun with all of this. Rebecca looked at me with
her beautiful, green-gray eyes and pointed to the spot between her and Nelly with
her finger. I immediately obeyed, crawled over there and kneeled down next to the
couch, lowering my head to the ground.
Rebecca placed her right foot on my hair and her left one in front of me.
“Take my socks out, slave.” She ordered without any emotion. I moved my mouth
around her black toes and slowly, gently, delicate pulled it off her foot. Then she
switched and I pulled the other one off. That was Nelly’s sign to kneel down, take my
face between her hands and smile at me kindly. She took Rebecca’s socks and tied
them around my head directly on my nose. This way of smelling socks was always
more intense then doing it by myself because I was FORCED to smell the strong
stench of my mistress’ exhaustion, swear and grim accumulated at one spot. Nelly
got back to her chair and coked her head at me.
“He looks a bit ridiculous, the poor boy.” She smirked and petted me with her foot.
There was a time where I would have been embarrassed, wearing two socks on my
face, but that was the human me. I was a pet now, and my purpose was to serve, so
why would I care for my pride? Rebecca thought likewise and just shrugged.
“I think he looks exactly like he should. That’s how I like my property anyways.
Maybe a pink dress to top it off, but we’ll save that for later.”
Her malicious grin actually injected an unze of fear inside me, maybe I still WAS a bit
of a person… my worries had to be helplessly clear on my expression as both of the
girls started furiously laughing to their heart’s content.
“Don’t worry slave pet, I won't take your important macho-genes away from you.”
I received a genuine smile from Rebecca and understood what she just said as
‘I wont do anything that you wouldn’t like’, which I incredible appreciated. So I smiled
back.
“Yes, mistress.”
“Now,” she moved her foot under my chin and lifted it up a bit, ”I think you should
massage our feet. Give it your everything.”
“He should massage mine first.” commented Nelly, unhidden amusement in her
voice.
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“Nope, he is MY worthless slave property, so of course he massages mine first.”
countered Rebecca grinning.
“Bitch, the love ends at a good, old foot massages. This means war!”
“Ah, he should just massage our feet at once” shrugged my mistress incidentally.
Nelly nodded satisfied. “Agreed.”
They stuffed their naked feet into my face and I hurriedly started massaging all of
them to the best of my abilities, thinking to myself how incredible bad of actors both
of those girls could be when they wanted to. I massaged Rebecca’s foot with my left
hand while I did Nellys with my right, instead of giving me orders they just watched
me and enjoyed the treatment. I instinctively started kissing both of their feet in the
process. That was just standard procedure by now - I couldn’t massage my mistress’
feet without showing my gratitude by kissing them softly. Then I changed the pair,
massaging the other feet, all the while looking my mistress in the eyes now and then
to make her feel even more superior.
“Good boy.” Whispered Rebecca and did what she knew I loved, petting my head
with her foot. I smiled at her gratefully and kissed her toes and soles even more
furiously. This went on for half an hour and eventually, a short ”Stop” of my mistress
ordered me to lay down to their feet and wait for what would come next. Rebecca put
a finger on her lips and played her ‘Im thinking’-role while smiling charismatically.
“Nel and I thought about how to make you ultimately and completely our foot slave
forever, you know?”
The question if I already WASN’T THAT by now pushed into my head, Rebecca of
course knew that and immediately addressed it.
“Yes, you already are. But we, especially me, want to make sure you appreciate it
the right way, foot slave. And by now we know you do, don’t we?” She whispered in
that sweet, sweet voice of hers that could even make the hardest man melt like
sugar.
“Yes, mistress!!”
“Good! Then show what you have learned the last two years worshipping my perfect
feet, you low-life pet! Suck our divine toes like the best little foot slave out there to
your heart’s content, lick our soles like they are the most delicious thing in the world
and shows us just how much dedication and love you will have in the years to come
for both of your gracious goddesses.”
Rebecca cokced her head with the messy, brown hair a bit and smiled only with the
corner of her mouth. It was clear she prepared that speech. That was irresistible
cute.
“Start worshipping us, foot slave. Make me proud.”
“Yes, mistress!” That may have been the most dedicated and honest ‘Yes, mistress’ I
had ever said. It was time to show how grateful I was for belonging to Rebecca
instead of someone else. To have the right to worship her feet every single day. I
took both of their left feet in my hands and kissed them, more slowly and more wet
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than before. I didn’t want it to look like an act of lust but one of devotion. I placed my
lips on every single one of their toes and worked my way through their soles and
arches, took first Rebecca’s, then Nelly’s heel in my mouth, sucked and even nibbled
gently on it, Nelly particularly enjoyed this and commented
“I like that, slave. Suck on my heel a bit longer until I tell you to stop.” and of course I
obeyed. When I was done kissing and light-sucking, I placed Nelly’s feet on my
shoulder and began dedicating my focus to my mistress most beloved spots
between her toes. Where her feet were always moist, smelly and a bit dirty.
“Ah, I know what comes now, you little tease-boy.” Rebecca commented amused
and poked me with her big toe right at the socked nose. “Go ahead, lick your favorite
tasty spots between my filthy toes as much and long as you want. Just make sure
they’re absolutely spotless afterwards.”
“Yes, mistress.” I lowered my head and moved my tongue between Rebecca’s big
toe and her second one, her very own flavour of immense salt and a heavenly sweet
note flooded my senses, the taste that I got so helplessly addicted to the past two
years, I enclosed my lips around that spot and sucked and licked on it to get every
last bit of dirt and sweat out. Eventually I cleaned every inch of the two feet in front
of me spotless, not forgetting the kisses in the process, until I had sucked all of
Rebecca’s ten blue-painted, marvelous toes and their surroundings nice and clean,
gleaming from saliva. She nodded, wiggled her now spotless toes in front of my face
and touched my cheek lightly with them.
“A good work as always, foot slave. You’re so great at cleaning up down there, one
could think you dedicated your whole life to-... oh wait.”
Rebecca was never not in the mood for a terrible joke, and I think that was one of
many things Nelly and I loved about her, as incredible unfunny as they were, we just
had to smile.
“Do I get some more tongue-love too, slavey?” Nelly asked in a surprisingly polite
voice, I turned around and wanted to give her cute feet the same treatment, but had
a better idea. This session was supposed to be special. I had to show off with
everything I had learned and dedicated myself to those two women. So I took Nelly’s
foot with her pretty, silver toes in one hand, and gently grabbed Rebecca’s foot in my
other. I moved them to each other so their soles and toes touched in front of my
face, and then, started sucking ten toes at once gently, then one toe of each girl
together in turns. Their taste and smell mixed together with the stench of Rebecca’s
socks on my nose were probably the most marvelous sensation I ever experienced
in foot fetishism. Seriously, even as a foot fetishist - How could toes just taste so
incredible good?!”
“He loves sucking our toes so much…” Whispered Nelly as she looked down on me
more than satisfied with a big smile. I could see Rebecca nodding slowly from the
corner of my eye and I think I also saw a proud, little smile there.
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“He certainly does. My toes were always his favorite part, he truly loves them more
than anything.”
She wasn’t wrong. I sucked on them harder. But it wasn’t enough. I closed my eyes
and licked over the upper side of Rebecca’s foot towards her toes and down again
on Nelly’s foot, it was like a foot-triangle. I heard Nelly giggle calmly and Rebecca at
least made a partly-proud, partly-amused exhaling-sound. So fat it had been rare
that I acted on my own without a clear order, but this here was to show my
dedication. I sticked my tongue between their feet where the toes hugged, licking
them from in between, enjoying Nelly's salty-buttery and Rebecca’s sweet-bitterly
taste together, then I lowered my head deep between their embraced feet and licked
their combined soles from below like it was one, I started at Rebecca’s heel, glided
my tongue up her sole and continued on Nelly’s soft sole down to her heel to finish
with a long kiss. Again and again I licked and sucked their wonderful feet like that. I
noticed that, satisfied with my work, Rebecca had leaned back in the couch, resting
comfy with her hand supporting her head. She was smiling at her refined pet that she
had invested two years of hard work into.
“You really love sucking every last bit of our feet’ taste out of them, don’t you foot
slave?”
“I do, mistress. I love your feet so much. I’m completely, helplessly addicted to
them.”
Rebecca’s and my eyes met and we smiled at each other like the first day.
“You’re such a helpless degenerate. But well, you’re my degenerate. Now continue
sucking our toes. That just feels fucking awesome.”
“Yes, mistress.”
I took their ten, touching toes in my mouth all at once, eyes closed, and lowered and
lifted my head again and again while sucking them. As silly as it sounds - I felt a bit
like a girl giving a blowjob. I used not only my whole mouth and tongue, but even my
head and hands to worship and please their feet, massaging and caressing them
while sucking their toes to the point where their were soaked in my saliva. After more
than an hour I decided it was time for the finishing touch, I separated their feet again
and placed my mistress feet on my head while I turned towards Nelly, the
red-headed girl that was once only my dear friend and roommate which took care of
me and was now so much more. Her smile grew a bit wider as I lowered my head in
front of her feet and licked over her left sole from heel to toes, slower than I did so far
today. I repeated the procedure with her other foot, sucked again on her toes, and
then held both of her feet in my hands together, giving them one long, long kiss.
Then I looked Nelly directly in her stunning blue eyes which where almost always
formed to a kind expression, and smiled gratefully.
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“Thank you so much for letting me worship your wonderful, delicious, beautiful feet
every day, mistress. Serving you has been and is such a great pleasure that I cant
thank you enough for it, I know I don’t even deserve to be under your feet, but you’re
still gracious enough to let me, thank you.” Another kiss. I was brave enough to look
Nelly back into the face and she smiled. Smiled kindly. It was risky to call her
mistress too, I didn’t know how Rebecca would take that, but I wanted to do it
anyways. Nelly seemed happy.
“It’s been my pleasure, slave. And it will be for many years to come, right?”
“Yes, mistress.”
“Good pet.” She giggled and hovered her foot in front of my face, I kissed it and she
nodded satisfied. Then I turned around towards Rebecca, half-expecting a
punishment. But even more than Nelly she grinned proudly down to me. Her
mesmerizing, natural smile. I wouldn’t wait for words, instead I took both of her feet
in my hands too. As I started to kiss them I remembered so many moments of the
last two years - The silly bottle-game that was the unexpected initiator of ALL OF
THIS, Rebecca’s playful and excited manner when she learned someone actually
appreciated her feet, my severe punishment, our first christmas, the holidays, my
love confession… all of that was important to me. And all of that could only happen
because Rebecca embraced me even though she didn’t love me in the same way as
I loved her. I started licking her heels, licked around her whole foot and made a point
of looking her right into the eyes the whole time. I sucked every single one of her
toes again and kissed her feet up towards her arches, I just couldn’t get enough of
worshipping Rebecca’s feet while she watched me happily, I just couldn’t get enough
of the taste, the smell, the feel… I sucked on all of her toes furiously, savoured the
taste, moved my head up and down while looking at my mistress. Even though her
toes still filled my mouth, I tried to speak. I knew this would make me look like the
pathetic slave animal I was.
“Thnk yu fo muff fr mking mi yur slv, mfftrff!!” I said from the bottom of my heart. I
took her toes out of my mouth, held her feet together, stripped Rebecca’s socks from
my nose and head slowly and inhaled deeply into Rebecca’s wet soles.
“Thank you for making me your property and breaking me completely. I couldn’t be
any happier and I am so, so grateful that I belong to you. Thank you, mistress. Thank
you so much.” And with that, I smiled happily and licked over the upper sides of
Rebecca’s toes one last time before placing my forehead on the ground between the
two girls again. A moment of silence followed and eventually, Rebecca chuckled.
“Mhm! You’re doing a great job of repaying me so far. I don’t know what you think
Nel, but Im convinced - our pet deserves the golden ticket into a lifetime of free
cheesefactory-entry.”
I didn’t bother to look up to know Nelly was rolling her eyes and laughing dryly.
“Sure, whatever, if you HAVE to say it like that... “
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“Of course I do!” Rebecca giggled and placed her feet on my head again.
I’m the cool one, remember? Isn’t that right, slave?”
“You definitely are, mistress.”
“See?” Rebecca shouted victorious towards Nelly, to which I heard a
“And what am I then, slave boy?” from her. Had to think fast. Wrong words could
have bloody serious consequences.
“You are the gentle one, mistress.”
Silence. Deadly, terrorizing silence. I was dead. I thought I was. Rebecca bursted out
laughing and rolled back on the couch, when I looked up I saw a difficult mixture of
disappointment and affection in Nelly’s expression.
And that was that.
Months went by like the seasons and changes they brought with them. Eventually,
they became years. Happy, fulfilled years of a couple of three certainly crazy
fetish-friends who led a just as certain extraordinary lifestyle that would disturb and
disgust most people. But it was our secret, and our very special relationship. Before I
get to the climax of the story, let me skip a bit through some mentionable moments
of the following two years. There was this day in june, it was the hottest german
summer since over fifty years and Nelly as well as me DIED inside our apartment even Rebecca wasn’t in the mood for getting worshipped, and that meant something.
So what did the crazy-creative girl propose and order? Of course - a five-hours long
hiking-tour through the nearest woods, barefooted in the biggest, cloddiest boots
Rebecca could find. Nelly almost cried when she realized her girlfriend was serious,
but eventually, Rebecca’s even in this deadly heat unnatural cheerfulness convinced
her and we did the trip. It was beyond exhausting and one of the most consumptive
challenges my body ever had to pull through, we were sweating non-stop like
waterfalls, luckily we had a big collection of water bottles with us. Nelly didn’t really
enjoy this day, but I for my part was fully rewarded for my stamina when we found an
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isolated, little wanderstation deep in the woods. Rebecca immediately disposed of
her boots she had weared in this sahara-esque heat for hours walking and climbing,
sat down on a wooden chair, crossed her feet on the table and grinned at me like a
little girl which just killed her cat with a stone.
“Here’s your refreshing-meal, foot slave. Get on your knees and clean my feet to
perfection again!”
A challenging task… Rebecca’s feet had never been filthier, her soles were outright
brown-blackish, there were big crumbs here and there sticking to them, you could
see the thick layer of cheesy sweat even from a while away and she had also small
bruises and blisters all over her soles. My order was not only to clean her feet but to
make them feel good again. I got on my knees, enclosed my lips around them and
got to work. I kissed, licked, sucked, massaged, kissed and softened her soles for
almost an hour until Rebecca was satisfied and relaxed enough to forget the pain in
her feet, luckily this wanderstation was surrounded by big trees and had a wooden
roof over the small resting place, so the sun didn’t burn us away entirely.
“Mhh… now keep sucking on my toes a bit, there are still some crumbs of dirt
there…” Rebecca whispered half-asleep on her chair. I obeyed and took her swollen
toes in my mouth to relieve them from some pain, my mouth was full with the horrible
yet beautiful taste of dirty, smelly sweat and different kinds of mudd from the ground,
but I still was eager to suck my mistress’ delicious toes as long as she needed me to,
dry as my mouth was. Nelly had used the time to recover herself with water and
food, watching us daydreaming. After a few more minutes Rebecca opened her eyes
again, slowly rose from her seat and patted my head gratefully - with her hand. I also
received a kiss on my cheek together with a ‘Thank you’ and all exhaustion from the
day was completely forgotten. We already wanted to move on, when Nelly’s almost
shy voice interrupted us.
“I uhm… maybe won’t kiss you slavey, but my feet could need a worship-therapy too,
you know? Just sayin’...” I suppressed a grin and immediately turned back to kneel
before my second mistress and give her feet the same love I had for Rebecca only
minutes ago.
Of course I met my best and only outsider-friend Natalie again after a few months, I
was allowed to spend a week with her as Rebecca and Nelly were gone for holidays,
so we did our thing again, relaxed together, had some really just casual fetish-fun
and I actually told her everything about my time up in norway with Lauren. Originally
I hadn’t planned to tell her so she wouldn’t feel bad, but Natalie had noticed
something in my behavior had changed, I was more submissive, less extroverted, so
I had to tell her. After I was finished she said nothing for a long time before looking
me deep into the eyes and apologizing. I wanted her to know that there was no need
to be sorry, but before that she laid her arms around my neck and kissed me.
Grinned like a cat afterwards. I was dumbstruck, was about to say something but at
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that time she already had both of her feet buried in my face, telling me with a giggle
to “Show me a pleasant way of worshipping cute feet.”
And by god, I did.
Let’s not forget what Rebecca said a long time ago - that I would never eat
something not finished by her feet when in her presence. She sticked to that, always,
everyday. When we ate soup she dunked one or two of her feet into my bowl,
unwashed of course, and I had to drink it empty and lick it from her soles afterwards.
When we ate fast food, Nelly and Rebecca collected my parts between their toes to
feed me or to tease me by moving their feet away from my mouth. When we ate
anything containing sauce, Rebecca would often smear her sweat-soaked socks
thoroughly trough it so it tasted like nothing but her feet anymore. No matter what I
ate, no matter when I ate - The taste of my mistress’ feet was always there. The
same goes for drinks, of course. In summer, I would mostly drink the water of the
bowls I washed and refreshed Nelly’s and Rebecca’s feet in, in winter Rebecca
always spat happily in my tea or poured some cold punch on her leg into my mouth.
It was just insane, any and every aspect of our fetishized life. But neither of us three
cared for ‘normal’. We enjoyed it, so fuck normal.
Speaking of fuck normal… I told you multiple times that Rebecca had always been
very open for new things and all the more curious to try everything she was
interested in out. While stuff like face-sitting, spitting and pet-play already became
the norm for me a long time ago, Rebecca actually wanted to try to be a, and I quote,
‘​stereotypical dominatrix-mistress’​ , so she bought a thick, sturdy iron chain and a
dog collar, attached both to me, stuffed a sock-gag into my mouth and visited an
actual BDSM-Fetish-Nightclub with me she had researched before. As nervous as I
was before this experience, all of those people there knew their way around with
fetish stuff, really none of them was in the least surprised when Rebecca in her
casual clothes came in, an iron chain in her hand which led to my collar, I
accompanied her on all fours like a true slave pet. Rebecca obviously was already in
contact with the female owner of the club since she welcomed her like a friend and
even hugged her. They both talked for quite a while as the slave of this woman and I
worshipped the feet of our mistresses together, surrounded by dozens of people who
didn’t even care for that. Of course we weren’t allowed to talk, but we shot each
other a glance now and then, and if my intuition wasn’t wrong, he was entirely happy
to be what he was too. This evening was memorable for a number of reasons, not
only did I get to worship my mistress eagerly in front of a few veteran-mistresses and
made her proud, we did a whole 15-minute-worship show on a small stage and got Mainly Rebecca, of course - a huge lot of cheering and money which she obviously
enjoyed. Some of the girls present asked her if she would lend me to them for a few
minutes to worship their tired feet, and Rebecca, gracious as she was, said yes to
every single one of them. I licked, sucked, kissed and smelled the feet from nine
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different, beautiful women this night, the youngest being 18, the oldest being 30. All
of them were wonderful in their own way, and most of them knew exactly how to
dominate a slave which made it even better, Rebecca clearly was excited to learn
new stuff. My personal highlight was the end of the night, when the stunning, blonde
waitress that had served Rebecca and the owner-lady the whole evening, asked
Rebecca with a cheeky smile if she would be interested in letting her feet getting
worshipped from me with her together - Her overworked feet could really need it.
Rebecca was more than eager to fulfill her request so that I kneeled between
Rebecca and that waitress which almost suffocated me with her steaming, sweaty
feet. My mistress even allowed me to cum one or two times, much to the amusement
of the women involved. But most importantly, Rebecca established ties to many
contacts and friends in the fetish-culture this day which teached and helped her with
various things, many of them are among her best friends to this day. Over the years
Rebecca initiated a few more slave swappings, only with girls she completely trusted
and I already knew though. This always excited me because as much as I was
addicted and in love with the unmatchable feet of my mistress, a change from the
daily routine was always nice. There was this classy, twenty-something girl which
was a more or less famous violinist that had pressuring expectations of her parents
to meet and used this secret hobby of hers as kind of an outlet and to relax. She was
incredible kind to me and licking and massaging her clean, perfumed nylon feet was
a whole different world than what I usually did. Then there were those two british
sisters which were more into bondage with their boyfriends but wanted to try out foot
fetishism for once, when I visited them for a weekend they fixated me in every
imaginable pose, none of them painful, and made me smell and kiss their feet while
‘torturing’ their boyfriends, insulting them in the clearest british accent I had ever
heard. It was as surrealistic as it was awesome.
Someday Rebecca decided - I suspected it had something to do with her special
friends - to open up an online blog for the three of us, an official web page for a foot
fetish-couple, two lesbian mistresses and their worthless slave. On that, she
regularly uploaded pictures and videos from me worshipping her and Nelly in the
most creative and unseen ways and got some of her tech-buddies to censor our
faces properly. In only half a year the blog ‘Friendly Footslave’ reached over ten
thousand subscribers and Rebecca’s fan-community grew larger and larger with
every day, which told me two things. First, our relationship really WAS special and
my mistress truly a miracle among fetish-interested girls, and second, there were a
lot of foot fetishists out there. Eventually, Rebecca became some kind of
urban-online fetish-idol with an incredible and increasing popularity, which she
enjoyed to the fullest. Not to speak of the masses of money her site made. I was
really happy that all of this worked out for her so well and that I could contribute even
more to her and thereby my happiness.
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But the question of our happiest moment in Life, Rebecca’s, Nelly’s and mine, could
be clearly answered only with the day of our wedding. The day the three of us
became one, and especially my mistress and me. The classical wedding Rebecca
and Nelly had planned for months had involedall of our families - Initially, meeting my
parents again after a long time had scared me considering my current and
permanent state of… being a slave, but when I told Natalie about it she carelessly
and generously told me she would play my girlfriend. Of course she was invited to
the wedding too, after all. As Rebecca’s and Nelly’s closest friend which truly wanted
them to be as happy as possible, seeing those two cheerful girls getting married
really was fulfilling. It was a great party with countless dumb and yet oddly creative
jokes of Rebecca, one of them maybe a bit TOO real. I quote.
‘​And without our best friend Tom things would never have come this far, seriously,
every time he visited us he basically got down on his knees bringing us closer
together!​’
Ha Ha. Very funny. Rebecca’s small, devilish grin towards me was killing me both in
the best and worst way, and when I looked into Nelly’s expression and saw a mixture
of terror and embarrassment, at least I felt I wasn’t alone. The actual moment of their
ring change was really awkward, because after both of them said the Yes-word, they
kissed for far TOO long. I mean, of COURSE they did, I should’ve known. Luckily,
seconds before it would have turned out into a full-fledged french kiss, the priest
stopped them as subtle as possible. Well.
Close enough.
As it turned out, Natalie and Nelly were quite compatible despite their quite different
personalities, and before the evening had even really started, they got pretty damn
trunk together, not so much to be an embarrassment, but enough that many guests,
including Rebecca, laughed their asses off about Nelly and Natalie singing german
chart hits together.
It was past eleven when most of the wedding party was over and few guests
remained to have longer conversations with the brides or their close friends, that
Rebecca came towards me with a strange, threatening smile. I took another look at
her in her completely atypical, anarchic silver-grayish wedding dress which was odd
enough for a punky mess like Rebecca to wear, but she was absolutely beautiful in
it. I said it to her and Nelly multiple times the fast pew weeks, but I felt like
mentioning it another time.
“You… really are absolutely stunning in these kind of dresses. You should wear
them more often.”
I talked to my mistress a bit more casual because she had allowed it to me for this
day. It should feel special to me too as she had said. Rebecca clearly blushed at my
compliment and her smile grew wider as she hugged me.
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“Thank you so much. I’m happy you’re here and I’m happy our relationship is what it
is, champ. But there’s one last surprise I got for you today, my cute pet...”
She whispered the last few words but without looking around to see if there was
anyone behind her. Luckily, that wasn’t the case. I nodded and lowered my head a
bit.
“Of course. Your wish is my command, after all.”
There was gratefulness and appreciation in Rebecca’s cocking of her head and the
subtle grin, but after a few seconds she shook her head.
“Everything that’ll happen in the next thirty minutes isn’t an order, I can assure you of
that.”
And with those ominous words, she gestured towards a door at the end of the hall
we had rented and walked towards it, grinning like cheshire cat again. I had no clue
what to expect so I just followed her into the other room.
It was a small interspace with two other exists, one that Rebecca entered with giving
me a little wink, and one that I was pushed through from a girl I only recognized at
second glance - It was Grace, one of Rebecca’s female friends she had met in the
fetish-club back then. More of them awaited me in the changing room inside, five in
total. I had worshipped the feet of all five of those women already, so there were
basically no secrets between us and I knew what kind of experience awaited me.
Grace came closer towards me, caressed my cheek and winked at me too.
“Undress yourself completely.”
I thought I was prepared but apparently I was not.
“Excuse me, what?”
“Are you numb now, foot boy? Get completely naked. That’s the request of your
mistress.” Giggled one of the girls in the background. They were standing in front of
me expectedly, waiting for me to just get naked, which really was new and not
comfortable. But after a few awkward seconds of silence, my slave instincts kicked in
and I started to undress myself like a robot. My mistress requested something of me,
she really didn’t order it. Fulfilling this request right now was more important to me
than breathing. No two minutes later, I stood before five handsome woman to which I
wasn’t really close to completely naked. Everything was visible and I felt really silly.
But thinking about what Rebecca had in mind for me kept me busy. Ignoring the
grinning, smiling and giggling woman in front of me, I just walked past them out of
the dressing room - And got to another big hall. It wasn’t as vast as the main room
the wedding ceremony had taken place, but it was still much more than just a regular
chamber. Everything was illuminated by a gentle, pink light, giving the hall which was
furnished very comfortable with thick carpets, cozy pillows and a hand full of
expensive looking sofas an all together juicy atmosphere. The girls which were with
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me in the dressing room walked past me towards the sofas and placed themselves
here. At the end of the hall, next to a big, black leather chair that alone probably did
cost more than I earned in a year stood a woman in a suit - It was Serra, the owner
of the fetish-club Rebecca and I were regulars by now, and one of her best friends.
She gestured me with her pointing finger to get to her. I did and after she looked at
the floor, I kneeled before the chair. I still didn’t know where all this would lead but I
had a vague idea.
I was proven right two silent minutes later, when I heard naked steps on the tiled
floor parts which weren’t covered by a thick carpet - Then she came into my sight.
Rebecca. My best friend. The love of my life. My mistress. Completely naked. Just
like that. Well, maybe not entirely completely - Her breasts as well as her private
parts were covered by a thin, heavily decorated silver chain that absolutely must
have been custom-made because it did fit her like she was born in it. The same kind
of silver chain tied her hair up to the braid she and I loved so much, but what caught
my attention mainly, if last, were unsurprisingly her feet. I only had the chance to
stare at them in awe when Rebecca seated herself in the black chair and looked
down at me smiling - She had placed them on a small footrest in front of me. Both of
her feet too wore silver-chains so long that they almost looked like shoes, they
covered her ankles, had countless decorations like small medaillons and spirals all
over her feet and even twisted around all of her toes in the most elegant way I ever
saw chains work. Her nails were perfectly kempt, the skin of her feet looked
smoother than ever and this was one of the few, few occasions Rebeccas feet didn’t
smell in the slightest, on the contrary - They scented irresistible like blueberries, she
must have appealed some kind of painful expensive lotion or perfume to them.
Illuminated by the pink light, her perfect, mesmerizing body and her decorated feet
really made her look like a goddess.
Those feet… were nothing short of a piece of art. You didn’t have to be a footfetishist
to appreciate that. Never before had I seen more beautiful arranged feet. I didn’t
have to think long at what I was seeing to know they had prepared this for a LONG
time together, and Rebecca had actually kept it a secret from me. But now, after I
had processed the sheer marvel of Rebecca’s feet, I noticed another, important, no,
the absolutely and by far most important detail - My mistress rose her feet and
showed me her heels - There, on the backside of both of her feet, were my Initials.
Around them, small, black chains. Tattooed. Rebecca lowered her feet again,
making small ‘cling’-sounds as her chains moved, and showed me a teety smile
which made me fall in love with her all over again. My chin slowly dropped open as I
tried to work out what the fuck was happening here. She must have done that not
longer than one or two days ago. Eventually, Rebecca released me from my helpless
and clumsy state of irritation.
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“Today’s the happiest day of our lives for Nel and me, slave - but I wanted it to be for
you too.”
“It already is, mistress.” I unconsciously answered. The corners of Rebecca’s lips
lifted in warm affection, but she shook her head.
“While we girls got our bond forever, you and I will get ours too - remember what you
said?
This… won’t change our friendship? ​ to which I replied
No, it won’t. If anything, it will strengthen it.
I wasn’t entirely wrong and I wasn’t entirely right. Like most times, for that matter.”
She stopped to giggle for a moment about her own, unfunny joke as the single
person in the room and I decided to smile with her, the airhead.
“Maybe our relationship did change, slave pet. You are first and foremost my foot
slave, and you will be that for the rest of your days. But I’ll make sure that exactly
this fact changes our relationship more and more to something even more
awesome!”
Her high, cheerful voice and her lively grin took my nervosity away and made me feel
warm and safe despite kneeling naked in a room with almost a dozen other women. I
nodded.
“Yes, mistress.”
“That’s the response I wanted to hear, champ. Get here to let this charming lady next
to me make make us officially forever.”
I nodded with a genuine smile on my lips and crawled towards her foot rest, laying
down my head in front of her feet. I had completely forgotten the presence of the
other women in the room - Only Rebecca mattered. With a polite cough, Serra
started with what I almost suspected but couldn’t bring myself to believe.
“We gather here to unite those two perverts in an eternal relationship. Their decision
to bound has not been entered into lightly and today they kinda publicly
declare their private devotion to each other. The essence of this
commitment is the acceptance of each other in entirety, as mistress and slave,
companion, and cute pet. A good and balanced relationship is one in
which the mistress is overpowered and the slave absorbed by her, one
in which she is possessive of him, one in which
he gives his absolute, permanent, unconditional obedience freely to her.
Such a relationship, ideally, is a sharing of responsibilities, hopes, and body fluids.
It takes a special effort to grow together, survive hard times, and be
gentle and unselfish. And especially, to get through Rebecca’s worse gym days.
Jesus, this smell…”
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“Serra, would you at least mainly stay to the script? Also, fuck you.”
Another short cough.
“Of course. Do you both pledge to share your lives openly with one another, and
to speak the truth of worship? Do you promise to honor and tenderly
care for one another, cherish and encourage each other, stand
together, through sorrows and joys, hardships and triumphs for all
the days of your lives?”
Rebecca looked me into the eyes, even through the pink light I could see the
bottomless green of her iris clearly and I knew I wanted to see it for the rest of my
life. We didn’t really plan to do it, but we managed to say it simultany.
“We do.”
“Do you pledge to share your fetish and the joys of your relationship with
all those around you, by which I mean us and the girls - so that they may get some
good worship-sessions too and be encouraged to make their own slaves?
Rebecca’s grin told me how much she tried not to laugh. It was exactly this
expression I had known for so long, even before we indulged in our fetish together.
We might as well go with it.
“We do.”
“Grace, bring me the rings, will you? … Thanks dear. There we go.”
Rebecca had actually bought rings for the two of us - a silver toe ring for the second
toe of her right foot, it was beautiful and clearly elaborate crafted, and there was a
small, blue stone embedded in it. Grace gave it to me and gestured towards
Rebecca with her head. I approached the chained feet of my mistress, smiled at her
and laid it around her toe. Grace then proceeded to give my mistress the same ring
for my right ring finger. I Iifted my arm up so Rebecca could reach it from her chair
and she laid me the ring on with the warmest and most gentle smile I had ever seen
on her face so far, maybe except the one she had when kissing Nelly hours ago,
naturally.
“May these rings be blessed as a symbol of your perversion. As often as
either of you look upon these rings, may you not only be reminded of
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this moment, but also of the vows you have made and the strength of
your commitment to each other.
Beccy, as the mistress of your slave, repeat it with me.
I Beccy, promise to dominate and use my personal slave and live each day
with graciousness, rigor, sadism, humor, and passion. With this
ring I claim ownership of you for life.”
Rebecca gave Serra a destructive stare to which she just shrugged and waved her
hand towards Rebecca to get it over with. Rebecca sighed and gave me her
sweetest smirk.
“I Rebecca, promise to dominate and use my personal slave and live each day
with graciousness, rigor, sadism, humor, and passion. With this
ring I claim ownership of you for life. You better obey to that, got it?”
Serra rolled her eyes and looked back on the little sheet she had in her hands.
“Slave, as the slave of your mistress, repeat it with me.
I, mistress Rebecca’s loving slave, promise to worship and and obey her forever and
ever and live each day with obedience, modesty, self-abandonment, humor, and
passion. With this ring I belong to you.”
I lifted my head and looked into Rebecca’s eyes with serious commitment. I had
made this decision a long time ago and was more to mappy to carve it in stone now.
“I, mistress Rebecca’s loving slave, promise to worship and and obey her forever
and ever and live each day with obedience, modesty, self-abandonment, humor, and
passion. With this ring I belong to you. Thank you so much.”
We both added something we shouldn’t and we both grinned at it, it was hilarious
how annoyed Serra was with all of this and by that it was clear this was alone
Rebecca’s idea, which made it all the more charming.
“Go now in peace and live in kinkiness, sharing the most smelly gifts you havethe gifts of your lives united. And may your days be long and sweaty on this earth.
I now pronounce you mistress and slave. You may kiss the feet of your mistress.”
My heart was pounding painfully in my chest and sweat broke out on my forehead.
Now I got nervous after all, even though kissing Rebecca’s feet was the most
common and easy thing for me since years. But her genuine-happy smile, the pink
light, the atmosphere, the vow we just had made… it was all so surrealistic. There
was a chance I could have hesitated for a second, but Rebecca’s gentle, small
giggle pulled me back to reality.
“Hey, will you make a lady wait? That’s so not like you, my wonderful, dedicated
pet… look, my toesies are eagerly waiting for you!”
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She wiggled her toes and the sound of moving chains were audible in the hall. I took
a deep breath and moved my head forwards. I approached her beautiful decorated
feet, closed my eyes… and kissed the ring on her right foot for a long, silent, intimate
moment. It tasted like blueberries and peaches. When I opened my eyes again, I
saw an expression in Rebecca’s blushing face that certainly could come near to
something similar to love. Or at least that was what I wanted to believe.
“You will get a tattoo of your own too, slave pet. The cute word ‘​Foot slave​’ and my
initials on your throat, engulfed by a black chain. Isn’t that great?`Don’t worry, it’ll be
small enough to cover it up when you’re outside, silly.”
I shook my head.
“I really don’t care about that, mistress. I have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of.”
And with that, I kissed her feet again. Rebecca took her time to nod slowly.
“I see.”
She lifted her feet up a bit and I immediately understood. I placed my face on her
footrest and she placed her feet upon my head, gently giggling.
That was our happiness.
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Many years went by. Shortly after the wedding, I got my tattoo and I loved it. I
wouldn’t show it to my parents for sure, but aside from that I had no issues about it.
Regarding my parents, Natalie and we stayed friends, that never changed. So she
was always ready to play my girlfriend which decided together with me to not marry
whenever someone of my family asked. It was often that she kissed me or hugged
me or eventually, even had sex with me out of fun and because she wanted to
remind me how that felt like. Wonderful, that’s what it felt like. Before I could get a
guilty mind, which was pretty soon after our first sex, Rebecca told me that she - of
course - was well aware of all of it and didn’t mind as long as it gave me the strength
to serve her even more eagerly. I loved this woman so much.
After a few more years Nelly, Rebecca and me had saved up enough money to buy
a small house close to the port city hamburg we wanted to spend our lives in. We did
a lot of amazing things together, not only fetish-stuff, because we were kind of a
fucked-up family for a long time already. We went on holidays together, visited other
cities, celebrated birthdays and christmas in our own way, produced stuff for our
online-blog, cooked together, lived together. Well, and on top of that, I worshipped
the feet of my two mistresses every day of course. In the morning, the whole day, in
the evening, the whole night. I worshipped their feet, their bodies, their entire beings.
And we kept trying new stuff over the years. Eventually Rebecca wanted to know
what it was like to get worshipped by girls, so after weeks and weeks of thoroughly
persuading Nelly and Natalie, she got both of the girls to worship her sweaty, smelly
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feet after a long summer day simultaneously and I was allowed to watch - Aside from
the fact how unspeakable erotic this picture was, it was clearly visible how much
Rebecca enjoyed and loved it - Natalie surprisingly liked it too and would more often
ask Rebecca for permission to worship her feet. Natalie shrugged afterwards and
said she would stick with pussy. I for my part was relieved when my mistress told me
that, as amazing as the girls were, they were lacking the experience and refinement
her very favorite slave pet had - me.
After all the stuff about ‘For our entire lives’, ‘Forever’, ‘For the rest of your days’ and
so on we said, we actually didn’t plan to continue our worship-heavy relationship
forever ever. One day, in a serious moment, Rebecca had talked to Nelly and me
about that, someday when our sexuality, our urges and fetishes wouldn’t play that
big of a role in our lives anymore, say at the age of fifty, she would unbound me from
my slave-status and accept me as a dear friend in her family - and asked if I would
stay at her side even then. I teared up a bit and nodded. And as much as I loved
worshipping my mistress daily and for a long, long time to come - I also looked
already forward to when we would be reunited as close friends again.
And so, the years went by.
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I’m twenty-nine by now. Which means Rebecca is twenty-six, and Nelly thirty-two, if
you remember. We still live near Hamburg and our lives didn’t change dramatically.
Rebecca was now a famous professor for biology, Nelly the CEO of a small
company and I was… well, a high-ranking system-admin at a notable electronics
equipment business. Our fetish-blog ‘Friendly foot slave’ had more than half a million
subscribers by now, fetish-interested people (but not only them) from all over the
world followed my mistress’ and my journey, and it was fortunate that we censored
our faces from the very beginning, or we would have serious issues at this point. Our
peaceful days went by as they should, and I will say it again, getting caught by
Rebecca sniffing into her foot two times was the best thing to happen in my life.
Living my fetish was the right thing and brought me her. God bless honesty. Or bad
luck.
I was laying on our carpet in front of our vast, black couch in the living room, above
me sat Rebecca boringly browsing the web on her laptop. Her naked, freshly
manicured feet rested on my face, now and then I kissed her soles or licked them. It
was a sunday, which commonly meant doing absolutely nothing aside from the
absolute necessary in our household. Rebecca lifted her right heel and I opened my
mouth so she could lower it in it to let me suck. She barely needed to give me orders
anymore, I just always knew what she wanted. Rain was dropping against the
windows and Nelly entered our open living room from the kitchen, she had prepared
a beautiful cake for Rebecca again. Sunday-cake was one of the main reasons my
mistress loved sundays. Nelly placed her blueberry cake on the table and sat next to
Rebecca, covering all of my face and Rebecca’s feet with her own, in thick
wool-socks clothed feet. It was really warm and comfortable, and barely smelly.
“I told you not to stare at the screen without a break for too long, love. You will
seriously ruin your eyes.” My red-haired mistress took Rebecca’s chin off the screen
with her fingers and kissed her. After that, there was silence aside from the gentle
raindrops, but from Rebecca’s wiggling toes on my lips, I knew they kissed intensely
up there.
“​Mhhaah​.... you really know how to get me wet, Nel…”
I could hear Nelly’s dirty little laugh and had to smile unconsciously myself.
“Then why not fuck our brains out? Slave could suck our toes while we’re at it, and
after that, a nice, long foot massage while we watch that new horror movie you
wanted to see so bad.”
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“You bought it?!” Reacted Rebecca in an enthusiastic fassion which reminded us
about her passion for this genre.
“Of course I did. I have to keep you entertained, or you get sulky like a little, whiny
bitch.”
“True.” came Rebecca’s dry answer and I could SEE her shrugging despite not
seeing it.
“But first…” Whispered my mistress and pressed her toes on my lips, I opened them
and she placed them on my tongue, slowly caressing it.
“Let’s give slave a bit of sunday-love too, mhm? He didn’t lick our feet together
properly today so far, it’s about time.”
“Agreed!” While Rebecca had stuffed both of her feet into my mouth, including her
toe-ring, Nelly did what she was best in, covering my entire face with her thick-wool
soles to not let a single bit of unfiltered air through. I began to move my tongue and
breath in as hard as I could.
“Good boy.” Commented Rebecca and trapped my tongue between her big and her
ringe-toe, I sucked the little gemstone and cleaned the parts between her other toes,
I breathed in more intense to inhale all of Nelly’s sock-smell, eventually they
switched positions, Nelly rammed one of her thick socked feet in my mouth while
Rebecca crushed my nose with her toes, I gave my best to lick Nelly’s foot but it was
just to thick and filled my entire mouth, but that didn’t stop her from moving her toes
around lively. I barely could breath anymore, but that was kind of the pleasure - My
mistresses decided when I was allowed to breathe. At the end Rebecca and Nelly
laid back on the couch comfortably, I kneeled before their four feet and Rebecca
winked at me. I started to lick their soles, naked and socked, sucked their toes with
my over many years refined technique, cleaned their in-betweens from every speck
of dust, kissed their upper sides and enjoyed the taste. I pulled Nelly’s socks off and
licked over all four of their feet with one big, horizontal lick multiple times. I sucked
on their feet for almost an hour before they’re were gleaming in saliva again like
every single day of the past few years, and to finish it off, I kissed every single toe of
both of my mistresses separately and said ‘​Thank you’​ every time. Then I laid my
head down in front of the couch and said an honest, always-necessary ‘​Thank you
so much.​ ”
Both of my mistresses sat up, placed one of their foot on my head, smiled and
answered in unison:
“You’re welcome, foot slave!”
The End <3
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